#I’m probably gonna make it wolfsbane

[lighthaunting]

Lay Wolfsbane in my Palm [Demon!DoA x GN!Reader] [Ch. 1]

Ao3 Version

Words: 3629

A/N: This is a tad rushed but I’ll do my best to better flesh out future chapters! Some characters (mainly Nikolai and Fyodor) may be tamed down a bit and appear more ooc because I don’t want to write a relationship that comes across as toxic or yandere. This also starts out pretty sarcastic and lighthearted but it’ll get more dramatic when i get it rolling

WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption, brief injury at the end.

Maintaining a four-year-long friendship with a man like Osamu Dazai was, admittedly, an impressive feat for anybody. The man was eccentric, sometimes a little unpredictable, but he had good intentions at heart most of the time, even though he’d shown it in strange ways.

While Dazai hadn’t necessarily been your roommate, ever since the two of you began college, he felt like one. Coincidentally, the brunette had ended up being your apartment complex neighbor (you had a sneaking suspicion he moved in next to you on purpose, but he denied it every time) along with his own roommate, Chuuya Nakahara, a hot-headed man who you grew to call a friend as well.

Long-lasting friendship aside, if he threw one more paper airplane at you while you were trying to study for finals, your partnership would be ending with a homicide case. You were sincerely beginning to regret giving the man a copy of your apartment keys, considering Dazai took it as permission to break into your apartment at the most inconvenient times. Almost as if feeling your glare as another piece of folded paper lands in your lap, Dazai looks up from the next crudely folded plane he was making.

“What’s up?” Dazai asks casually, leaning back in the wooden chair he invited himself to, the old thrifted one that you were just slightly hoping would break underneath him.

“I’m trying to study, asshole,” you frown, tossing the piece of paper back his way.

“Sure,” Dazai retorts, unconvinced, “I just watched you stare blankly at your textbook for like … five minutes straight. You should take a break, it just so happens that a certain someone invited us and the others out to dinner tonight.”

“Ranpo?”

“Ranpo,” confirms Dazai, grinning at the mention of your old college friend who was lucky enough to have already graduated college with a fully-fledged degree in criminal justice. Seeing your wary look, the brunette slaps his palms together in mock prayer. “Please? I don’t want to go alone, wouldn’t want me driving, would you?”

You cringe at the thought, thinking back on the last ‘relaxing midnight drive’ you entrusted him with. “Take Chuuya, then,” you reply, raising an eyebrow as he swipes your textbook and slams it shut, an obvious sign he wouldn’t be taking no for an answer.

“He’s at Kouyou’s place, probably wasted by now,” Dazai frowns.

Before you can decline again, a rumble of hunger in your stomach makes itself known, a reminder that you’ve been studying a bit too long for your sanity, upcoming exams or not. Besides, if you had to stare at a diagram any longer, you’d end up going into a coma. “Fine, but I need to study more afterwards, so I don’t want to stay long and have to drag your drunk ass home.”

Dazai gives a little cheer as he hops out of his seat before smacking you on the shoulder in an attempted reassuring manner. “Calm down, you’re gonna do fine.”

“Yeah, sure,” you laugh. “I’ve already slacked off enough, I’m going to need to make a deal with the devil to pass these finals. You think selling my soul would work?”

Dazai hums thoughtfully. “Nah, yours is probably too dark and tainted, no one would want it,” he replies, only snickering childishly as you elbow him in the ribs.

“You don’t even have one, stupid,” you retort, unable to hide the amused grin on your face as you grab your keys off of the kitchen counter.

By the time the two of you end up at Ranpo’s designated spot, he’s already waiting at a table with one of your older friends, Yosano, along with Atsushi and the ever-punctual Kunikida.

Ranpo perks up from his seat as the two of you approach. “Hiya,” he greets before stuffing a piece of complimentary bread and butter into his mouth.

“Hey,” Dazai replies, plopping into a seat beside Kunikida.

You move to sit between him and Yosano. “No Poe today?”

Ranpo shrugs at the mention of his boyfriend. “He wanted to stay behind to work for a bit, tried dragging him here though.”

“He probably wanted peace and quiet for once,” Yosano teases, hiding a laugh behind her hand as Ranpo turns to give her a look.

“Shut up, he doesn’t mind me!” Ranpo retorts with an exaggerated offended look.

“Maybe he doesn’t—”

“Yosano! Why are you so evil today—”

Atsushi turns to look at you, tuning out Ranpo’s whining to call your name. “What are finals for you like this year?”

“My English final is first, so that’s what I’m focusing on for now. Won’t be too bad, hopefully,” you mumble before going to grab a piece of bread from the table center.

“We could study together if you’d like?” He asks, leaning forwards in his seat.

“Oh, sure, sounds good! Just let me know when you’re free.”

“What?! Making plans without me? So cruel,” your neighbor interrupts, a drink in hand that he probably got from the bar; you don’t know how he managed to slip away that easily. Dazai drapes himself over the table dramatically, and you roll your eyes as he continues whining about something you knew he couldn’t care less about. Swiping the drink from him, you ignore the gasp he lets out as you take a swig of it, wincing at the burning liquor. Seeing the stern look you give him, he raises his hands defensively. “What? I can have one.”

“One my ass,” you frown, pointedly taking another aggressive swig of his drink. You feel a stab of pride as he mumbles under his breath, but makes no move to snatch it back, resigning himself to his fate. You turn to Yosano, nudging her with your elbow. “Do I dare ask about your finals?”

Yosano winces at the reminder. “I don’t even want to think about it,” she laughs, taking a sip of her cocktail. Despite being a few years older than you, she was in the midst of med school, which was surely a nightmare given the dark marks under her eyes.

Ranpo abruptly pauses from his conversation with Kunikida to antagonize her. “Sucks to be you, I don’t need to worry about finals anymore,” he brags, jabbing a thumb towards himself with a grin.

“You get to pay back loans, now,” Kunikida retorts, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck.”

“Hey, Kunikida,” Dazai calls, glaring at you as you move the glass he was trying to take out of his reach. “How do finals work for you? Do they just throw you in a room full of kids and have you teach them stuff?”

“I wish,” Kunikida replies, adjusting the glasses on his face, “would be a hell of a lot easier. It’s basically just making sure I know what I’m teaching.”

“Oh yeah,” Atsushi spoke up again, shifting your attention from the drink you swiped from Dazai (that he had yet to successfully reclaim). “Have you ended up getting a new roommate yet?”

Slouching in your seat, you slide Dazai’s drink back over to him. “Nah, not really getting any offers.” Your prior roommate, as sweet as she was, ended up moving back in with her family last month. Save for whenever Dazai practically kicked down your door, the time alone had definitely been refreshing, not that the same could be said for your bank account. You should probably call her later to catch up on things.

“You know, I’m pretty sure Kajii’s looking for a place.”

“Dazai, no.”

“Yeah, I guess I would have to deal with the noise. Pipsqueak is loud enough already,” Dazai snickers at the childish nickname for his roommate.

Atsushi has an exasperated look on his face. “Truth be told, I don’t know how Chuuya has the energy to keep up with you sometimes, Dazai.” You can’t help but nod along with the younger man. As much as you cared for him, Dazai was quite talented at getting under people's skin when he wanted to. One of his many charms, you suppose.

Dazai, rather than thinking over the remark, just sits there quietly with a proud look on his face, as if he’d planned this all along.

The topic shifts elsewhere—more towards random life updates, instead of mulling over grades and finals—laughs are shared with the rest of the group, and time passes a touch too fast for your liking.

By the time you arrive back at the apartment complex, you feel too drained to even think about continuing to study. You practically have to drag Dazai from your car and into the apartment complex, buzzed with alcohol and half asleep from the aftermath. He mumbles complaints about not feeling like walking a few times, but you ignore him and pull him along anyways

Nudging your friend's apartment door open while he slouched over you, you’re met with a dim hallway, barely lit by the television of his shared living room. Leading the tipsy man into the kitchen, you haphazardly drop a dinner in a styrofoam box onto the counter. Dazai claimed earlier that he wanted to get a meal to go for tomorrow, but something told you it was for a particular roommate (Chuuya mentioned it being one of his favorite restaurants, if you remembered right).

The man in question walks into the room, no doubt hearing the commotion of you comically fighting to unlock the door. He opens his mouth to greet you before noting Dazai’s rather sorry state. He sighs, eyebrows furrowing in what looked like worry.

“Chuuya!” Dazai greets with a slight slur to his voice before staggering over to the other. An overly peppy drunk Dazai was better than a depressed drunk Dazai, you suppose.

“Again? Stop coming home wasted, asshole,” Chuuya scolds, excusing himself to get the taller man to bed. He returns after a few minutes, sighing and rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Thanks for bringing him here.”

You wave him off. “It’s no big deal, not like your place is far. Ah—” you hesitate, not entirely sure how to word your sentence without overstepping, “is it just me, or has he been drinking more lately?”

“Not just you,” Chuuya leans against the kitchen counter, a tired look on his face. “Not like he’ll talk about it anytime soon.” Seeing your concerned look, he reaches over to grab your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, I’ll keep a better eye on him, see if I can convince him to see a therapist or something.”

“Thanks, Chuuya,” you smile before being cut off by a yawn, “I should get going, I feel like I need to sleep for a good twelve hours or so.”

He snorts in amusement. “Yeah, I feel you. Have a good night, see you around.”

“You too.”

Exiting the apartment of the duo, the next few minutes of entering your own apartment pass by in a blur, and before you know it, you’re in a dreamless sleep, the textbook on your kitchen table long forgotten.

A week passes in a monotonous blur, and your own personal doomsday of finals is closer than ever. The cheap coffee maker on your counter sounds a bit like it's screaming as it spits the hot beverage out, and you’re surprised it’s even still running.

As promised, Atsushi would be swinging by later on to study. He was a little younger than you, still a freshman, who wanted to go into social work eventually. He wanted to help people where he could, that much was obvious. He was a little awkward and hesitant when you first met him at the beginning of the year, but he’d come a long way already.

The front door unlocks with a click and swings open—narrowly missing slamming into the wall—and interrupts your thought process, followed by a dramatic bellowing of your full name.

“Hi, Dazai.” A metal spoon clinks gently against the mug of your coffee as you stir cream into it.

“I’ve come to bring you a humble gift to aid you in your finals.”

“Uh oh.”

Dazai snickers and it sounds almost diabolical, waltzing into your kitchen like he owned the place and dropping a thick book onto the counter, sliding it your way. It looks aged, dark leather cover creased from use and beginning to peel away at the corners. It smells a bit musty as you place your mug onto the counter and bring it closer, squinting at the barely legible faded letters printed across the front—

“Is this a fucking book about occultism?”

Dazai leans against your counter, batting his eyelashes in mock innocence. “Maybe.”

You snort under your breath, flipping through the book and desperately trying to hold back a sneeze when it coughs a plume of dust up at you, no doubt from sitting on a shelf. “When you said you had something to ‘aid me in my finals’, this isn’t what I anticipated, you know—“ you squint further. “Damn, it has Latin quotes and everything.”

“Well,” he says, dragging the word out, “you did say you’d need to make a deal with the devil to pass finals, and I just so happened to stumble upon an occult shop the other day…”

“This definitely feels on purpose.”

“From me? Never,” he sneers, swiping your coffee from the counter to take a swig, nose wrinkling at the bridge in disapproval. “Bleh.”

“I don’t know what you expected. You know how I make my coffee by now,” you mumble into the faded pages of the book, flipping through the chapters. The first few pages are missing, although you don’t think it matters much, probably just a table of contents and the introduction. Crystal Abilities, Manifestations, Magic Circles, Familiars, Introductory Spells, Advanced Summoning—go figure, he wasn’t kidding—it looked like a genuine book. You can’t tell who the author is with how worn the cover is, and the missing pages don’t help. “You don’t really expect me to make a summoning circle for the sake of an inside joke, do you?”

“Oh, I totally do. I’ll be requiring proof.”

“You suck.”

“Thanks!” He grins before turning heel to make his retreat. “Anyways, I’ll be taking my leave, it’s my turn to get groceries for the week. Chuuya said he’d lock me out if I didn’t come home with them.”

You flip him off as he leaves (endearingly, mind you), and he parrots the gesture after a wave.

You can feel the book glaring at you from across the room not even thirty minutes into your study session. You try to focus on the words of your actual textbook, but your sight keeps shifting to the leather-bound book still sitting on the counter. At the very least, it hasn’t begun levitating. You look back at your textbook, sigh, and slam it shut with more force than necessary. The old chair creaks as you stand, and you let curiosity beckon you closer.

You flip through the book a few times until you can find the Advanced Summoning section again. The first thing to greet you is a warning:

“Due to the risks involved, attempting to summon or communicate with spirits, demons, angels, or other powerful entities is ill-advised for beginners. Many entities display malevolent qualities, and it is a risk for even the most experienced to take. Always remain vigilant around entities, and keep necessary protection on hand at all times.”

The warning makes you hesitate, but you flip the page anyways—it wouldn’t actually work.

The next few pages have a few faded diagrams of summoning circles on them. The one designated for demons, to your dismay, is probably the most complex, with a nine-pointed star marked in the center of it along with a few symbols you couldn’t recognize around the edge of the circle. The rest of the instructions are straightforward; A candle in each of the points and an object in the center that projected your goal from the pact. Finally, it says to add something important to you, an object that could act as some sort of tether. A final warning sits at the bottom of the page, though you can't make out parts of it with the blots of ink spilled onto the pages.

“Do not add more tha … projections may lead to uninvited … Be warned that once the ritual is initiated, there is no … The ritual must b … Incompleted pacts may result in earl …”

Blatantly ignoring the ominous text (you realize while you’re looking for something to write with that you feel like a traditionally idiotic horror movie protagonist), you take a chunk of chalk—for once you’re grateful for the blackboard stuck on the fridge that was basically just for aesthetics, now—and begin scrawling on the kitchen tile with it. It’s sloppy and a little uneven, but it works. You open a pack of tea lights from the cabinet, mentally cursing Dazai for making you do this in the first place. You throw some tea lights on the points of the star, stepping back to admire whatever the hell it is you’re doing instead of studying, and slipping your phone from your pocket to video call the subject of your condemnation.

The phone rings twice before he picks up, squinting down at his phone as he walks, sun overhead and glaring into the camera. “Hello?”

“The hell, are you still shopping? Thought you’d be back to break into my apartment by now.”

He grins, holding a few bags of groceries into the camera's view for a moment. “I did, I’m coming back now. I started wandering the city. What’s up? You’re killing me, making me hold all these bags in one hand so I can hold my phone, you know,” he complains, loudly shaking the bags close to the microphone for good measure.

You grin, flipping the camera around so he can see the glorified kindergartener's work scribed onto the floor.

He blinks owlishly at you a few times before he finally responds. “You know,” he says, dodging someone along the busy sidewalk, “I was mostly joking.”

“What.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually make it!”

“Fuck you!”

He has the audacity to giggle into the phone, looking elated. “Well, you have to finish it now!”

“Why?!”

“Gotta see if it really works,” he says, followed by a poor impression of a spooky ghost sound.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you look back at the book, “I need an object that reflects my desires, or something. I don’t know what to pick.”

“Just throw a few in there.”

“But the instructions say to just use one—” he’s staring at the camera blankly. “Right. Not real.”

You look around your apartment, settling on the English textbook you’d been pointedly ignoring. Plucking it from the table, you place it into the summoning circle. That represents your finals, right? “I can’t believe I’m doing this. What else should I put?”

“Money, obviously.” The scenery behind Dazai is becoming more familiar, he wasn’t too far from the apartment complex. Why he walked, to begin with, you don’t know, unless he was just bored.

You take a stray coin from your pocket, adding it to the circle. “Should I add something else?”

“Just throw something random down, I don’t know.”

You move to the counter, settling on an apple and grabbing it from the counter. It was green at one point, but it got a touch too bruised for your liking, so might as well use it for something. It’s added carelessly to the pile. “There we go.” You grab a lighter from the drawer, lighting the tea lights. “I just need an object of importance or something.”

On your wrist sat a thin, braided bracelet. You’d met Atsushi’s younger sister, Kyouka, a handful of times, and your friend group had unofficially adopted her pretty quickly. To celebrate, she’d made friendship bracelets with the help of her best friend, Kenji, who also got the unofficial adoption treatment. You slip the bracelet off your hand after a brief struggle—the phone in your hand didn’t help—and drop it on the pile.

A beat passes. The silence is deafening. Dazai is squinting at the phone as if waiting for something to happen. Nothing happens, still. “You know,” you mumble, staring at the rather pathetic art project on the kitchen floor, “I’m not sure why I partially expected something to actually happen.”

“Invisible demon?” Dazai pipes up, unhelpfully.

“God, I hope not,” you snort, looking away from the circle. “I should get back to studying now that I’ve just wasted an hour of my time. See you later.”

Dazai struggles to give you a peace sign while simultaneously holding the grocery bags. “Bye! Don’t get possessed!” The call ends.

You slip your phone back into your pocket, staring at the circle before flipping it off out of pettiness. You move to take your textbook from the pile, ready to give in and go back to another round of studying—

With an audible whoosh, the flames of the candles jump up, as though doused by fuel. The flames nip at your arm, and you yank your hand back with a yelp to avoid them. Shrinking away from the heat, you panic, grabbing a towel from the drawer in a desperate attempt to douse the flames, but it's fruitless, the candle flame devouring the fabric far too quickly, like a starved animal.

You hear something that sounds like laughter and you shriek as the flames flicker wildly, up even higher, crackling into the deathly silent apartment. Jumping back in your panic, you make the mistake of scrambling too fast—socks slipping against the tiled floor in your haste. There’s a sharp pain of the back of your head hitting something solid, and then nothing.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfic #decay of angels #decay of angels x reader #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #sigma x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #nikolai gogol bsd #sigma bsd #the fellows will be here next chapter this is just introductory #LWimP #Haunt writing

[melsie-sims]

Eze had never seen Kallie so quiet. She usually had so much to say whenever they worked on the garden together, but that morning there seemed to be something weighing on her mind.

“We should probably talk,” he said. “I think I know what you’re thinking.”

“You wanna go, don’t you?” Kallie blurted out. “On the scouting trip? You wanna volunteer.”

Eze nodded. Clearly she knew what he was thinking too. 

“It won’t be for too long, only a couple months, three at the most,” he tried to reassure her, but she still looked so sad. 

“You should go. You’re the best man for the job,” Kallie sighed heavily. “But I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you too,” Eze replied and leaned in to kiss her. “I love you.”

Kallie let out a sob against his lips. “I love you too...”

She kissed him again. "Make sure you pack plenty of wolfsbane, okay? And chamomile... that might help settle your stomach post-moons... And..."

"I'll be okay, you don't have to worry about me," Eze chuckled.

"Too bad, I'm gonna... every day... all the time," she giggled through a fresh wave of tears.

#sims 4 #sims 4 medieval #kingdom of melwyn #eze shieldhide #kallie fireheart

[spitinsideme]

Peach blossoms and wolfsbane

Chapter 2 part 2

Yellow Smooth Violets

They have now arrived at the manor that they will be staying at for the next few months that they will be here for. Winona in awe of how big it was snaps out of her daze and quickly unloads the carriage. Winona finally heads inside and drops off the bags at the door and hands them off to the maids to take up to their lady’s room. Winona not wanting to burden the staff with her bags heads up stairs to deposit her bags. She gets extremely turned around in the maze of corridors and halls. “How is anyone supposed to find their way through this damn place it’s to damn big.” She said through slightly gritted teeth. Then all of a sudden a voice could be heard from behind the cowpoke”you know you could have just asked for some help.Your room is just down the hall and you make a right at the end of the hall it will be the last door at that hall you can’t miss it”Said the voice. Winona turns around to find a maid who isn’t dressed in the normal maid attire her outfit looks a lot more delicate and intricate. ‘ this must be the head maid’ Winona thought. “Uhh thanks miss….” She paused not knowing the maid’s name “Peggy, Peggy O’Nell. You best remember my name because you will be seeing a lot of me. Don’t be afraid to ask for anything love.” She said with a smile. “I’ll be sure to do just that thank you Miss O’Nell.” Winona said with a small smile. Winona eventually reaches her room and sets her bags down. Then she flops on the bed with an audible thump. She stares at the celling for a bit before deciding to look around the room. She sees a bookshelf full of books she probably never read,She spots a big fancy dresser to put her things in but what catches her eye is a flowers in a vase on the night stand. The flowers in question were Yellow smooth violets. They looked as if they were just freshly picked this morning for the neighboring woods. Winona stands up and walks over to the bookshelves and sure enough she ain’t heard of most these titles. She sighs and looks over to her knapsack and decided to do some drawing she may be a guard and farmhand back at home but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t got hobbies. Winona looks around the room looking for something to draw and once more the violets catch her eye. She grabs her journal and a pen. She starts to sketch out petals of the flowers. She does this till she notices the time. 6:45pm she sighs and puts away her drawing. It’s about time she gets ready for the gala. She starts by taking off her belt but before she takes it off she gently takes out her dual pistols from their holsters as well as her Bowie knife. She sets them on the dresser and continues to disrobe her working garb. She takes a quick peek in the mirror and touches her scarred face inspecting it for any dirt or grime. She does the same with her scarred arms and legs making sure she is all clean. She then starts dressing up she pits on the slightly worn out slacks she brought as a well as a brown button up with some suspenders. Just as she was gonna tie her bolo tie. Agatha walks in to see if her body guard was dressed. “Hey are you almost…” Agatha paused mid sentence and looked at the woman up and down. “Nope nah nuh you ain’t wearing this getup at the gala.” She said with distain in her voice. “What?! What’s wrong with what I’m wearin?” Winona said in a huff. “Well for starters this is a suit and gown event. Do you see a suit anywhere on ya.” Agatha said with a raised brow “Aw hell no I ain’t wearing no monkey suit.” Said Winona. “Besides this is the only fancy outfit I own…” Winona muttered. Agatha pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed “ok hang on just a second.” Agatha goes to the phone that is on the wall and turns the rotor. “Yes Miss O’Nell it’s Mrs.Ragdolin can you fetch me these items in these measurements please thank you.” She then hangs the phone back on the wall. They wait a bit before Miss O’Nell makes her appearance with the items in tow. Winona raises a brow “what’s with all of this?” She asked.

Tumblr is being mean again to be continued in part 3 now :P

Writer anon

part 2 !!! yipprr

[presidentbungus]

quick spoiler-snippet for something I’m working on

Sniper wakes up to a horrible, aching fever, feeling too hot and too cold and itchy all over. He’s in a clump of tangled limbs on the floor of his van, face pressed into a puddle of coffee-scented drool. He has no idea how long he was asleep, but the remnants of the day’s sunlight streams through the curtains on the window over his bed. The alarm clock over his bed says it’s 6:34, five minutes ahead, and it’s the middle of fuckin’ New Mexican summer, and the sun should not be setting but the fever doesn’t lie.

He slowly crawls over to the bed nook, languid and slack, like a puppet pulled by strings. The leather satchel that’s supposed to be in the drawer under his bed isn’t there; a quick scan with stinging eyes finds it on the counter, and it hits him that’s probably why he was on the floor in front of it. Passed the fuck along. He’s further along than he should be. 

He manages to push himself off of the floor with shaking legs, after a few attempts. The wolfsbane is already tugged out of the satchel, little plastic baggy open but otherwise untouched. He pulls out a little clump of roots and eats it. Then he eats two more. The dots in his vision shrink, a little bit, as a familiar tingling numbness spreads into his fingers. He’s pretty sure one of these days it’s just gonna skip past all the werewolf stuff and kill him for real, but oh well. It buys him time; that’s about all that matters.

He stumbles to the driver’s cabin, still clammy-palmed but at least a little less itchy. Slips the key into the ignition, wonders if maybe he should’ve chugged a glass of water while he was back there, though it’s obviously too late now. He’s probably sweating out half the liquid in his body. 

(Kicking along the underside of the dashboard in case a water bottle got lost up here, he knocks over what he’s pretty sure is a jar of piss, and he shivers a little. Not that desperate. Yet.)

The brain fog starts setting back in before long, but he’s not all too worried about finding his way there; he’s made this drive enough times he could just about do it in his sleep, which he supposes isn’t too far off at this point. Pawing the glove compartment open, he scrapes a key out of his breast pocket, maneuvers it past a handful of pistols, and unlocks the little locked pocket inside; then, pushing aside another pistol, grabs the rubbery bone-shaped chew toy inside and nestles it between his teeth, at least so the urge to claw some kind of fabric to shreds subsides at least a little. 

He misses his right turn, so he just turns right anyway and grinds through the dirt a little to get back on the road, not like his van hasn’t been through worse. Something honks at him. His peripheral vision is pretty much gone by now, so he just honks back in empathy and keeps going. The tree cover’s growing a little thicker.

New Mexico, at least the badlands, doesn’t really have forest—just trees some places, and a little less dust. It’s what he has to make do with. He doesn’t know the name of this little semi-verdant thicket in particular, which is probably for the best. The road falls away at some point, replaced by a little dirt road painstakingly cleared by a significant number of flat tires. Eventually even just the noise of the car running makes Sniper’s brain rattle in his skull, so he switches it off and cuts his hand on a few rapidly-expanding claws on his way to toss the keys somewhere where he’s definitely gonna forget them, and probably leaves a bit of blood on the door handle on his way out. 

As soon as moonlight hits him there’s that wonderful, horrible itch as he watches thick, brown fur burst out of his arms; distantly, he hears fabric tearing, and some rapidly-vanishing part of himself mourns for the nice vest he forgot to take off. He always forgets how much this fucking hurts.

#tf2 sniper #bungus snippets #tf2

[lilian-adamson]

Partners in Mime || Ari &  Lil

TIMING: Sometime during this POTW, before current events.  LOCATION:  Amity Road, in an Alley way  PARTIES: @letsbenditlikebennett , @lilian-adamson SUMMARY: Ari and Lil stumble on a disturbing mime plot and hatch a plan to stop it. Quickly, chaos ensues.  CONTENT WARNINGS: None! 

If there was any place in town that Ari was gonna find wolfsbane, it was going to be Amity Road. Kaden probably knew where to find some, but she couldn’t ask him. He’d want answers on why she wanted it to begin with and she didn’t have a believable excuse. Normally, she wouldn’t mind telling the truth, but it was clear Kaden wasn’t really what one would call okay. If she hadn’t shown up, she was almost positive his apartment would still be a disaster and he’d be holing himself away. This was something she’d have to deal with on her own. If she couldn’t get the nightmares under control, she could at least make herself weaker to make sure she didn’t hurt anyone. 

As she passed by the mime restaurant, Ari instinctively grimaced. The pastry smell had long lost its appeal. Especially after that cursed chimera. She was ready to just go about her business and continue on her hunt for wolfsbane when a whisper made her visibly shudder. 

“It won’t come unless it has silence.” 

She could feel the breath of the whisper in her ear, but there was no one that close to her. Ari looked around to only see another woman a few feet behind her. “What did you just say,” she asked as calmly as possible, but word silence had given her major red flags. 

Lil didn’t like this road very much. If you asked her she couldn’t tell you quite why, it wasn’t the usual reasons she hated areas but she always thought it was best to avoid Amity road. Still, she was trying to be more visible in the town, and getting to know people in the weird areas was one of those goals. Afterall, ghosts popped up everywhere. 

She was regretting this choice as she was passing where the mime restaurant was. It didn’t seem haunted, but it was close enough to it. Shuddering without really thinking about it, Lil tried to move quickly past it. 

She wouldn’t have noticed the other really, until they turned around quickly causing Lil to stop and blink for a moment. “What? I didn’t say anything.” Well, she couldn’t be so sure she hadn’t, she was fairly sure she wasn’t muttering to herself. “I mean. I don’t think I did.” 

Given the normal tone the woman was now speaking in, Ari could easily deduce she wasn’t with the mimes. That was only a little bit of a relief and she still felt the uneasiness coursing through her veins as her heartbeat prattled just a little faster. All she wanted to do was find some wolfsbane and of course she just so happened to run into some mime nonsense. She could let it be, but the whisper repeated and she knew that wasn’t going to happen. 

“It won’t come unless it has silence.” 

“Okay, that definitely wasn’t you,” Ari confirmed with a grimace before muttering, “Fucking mimes.” The silence that followed the whisper was overwhelming. It felt all encompassing to the point she couldn’t hear her own heartbeat anymore. She swallowed back the lump forming in her throat and took a deep breath. “Well, whatever that was it can’t be good,” she explained, “Nothing with these fucking mimes ever is, but I’m gonna make sure whatever they’re trying to summon doesn’t get here.” 

Lil was used to weird whisperings, although she never really heard them as clearly as the words she now heard.  The other was right, she probably would have been freaked if she had heard them and wanting to demand what was up. However, this one was different to the ghostly whispers she used too. They were annoying, but this was frightening. It wasn’t  a ghost, and honestly she kind of wished it was. Especially as she shuddered. It was very hard for her to shudder at something at this point, but this was frightening to her in a way she couldn’t quite place

“Yeah - I can say it wasn’t me,” Lil’s eyes widened slightly, a panic setting in that she was not accustomed too.  Something was wrong. She couldn’t quite place it either until the other spoke again. It was quiet, deadly quiet. “Whatever what is? Why is it so quiet here? - Sorry, questions probably aren’t helping. What do we need to do? Talk? How does it work?” Lil decided that the other was probably the right person to delegate important tasks too, because her first instinct was to run. 

“Checks out, you don’t really have the whole mime vibe going for you,” Ari joked before adding, “Which is a good thing.” Other than their quiet conversation, everything else became eerily quiet. Even the breeze seemed to sway without a sound. Somehow, Ari didn’t think violence would be the answer here and she really didn’t feel like dealing with all the black goo. Then it hit her how she got rid of the stripes she had. 

“I think we could scream into the alley! They don’t like loud noises and one time when I ate something of theirs, screaming fixed the effects,” Ari explained, “Plus, it sounds kind of fun! Oh, and the mimes have like magic silence or something. I don’t really know. You in? I get it if you don’t really wanna go anywhere near those fuckers.” 

“I’d hope not,” Lil said laughing lightly, still not quite sure what was going on, but ready to not take it overly seriously. After all, the silence was unnerving her in a way very few things seemed too. This town seemed to be able to bring out fears in her she was pretty sure she’d buried long ago. Her world was rarely this quiet, and honestly she hadn’t really noticed that until it suddenly was. 

“Oh - wait, you ate something of theirs?” Lil asked confused, then realizing that really wasn’t the point at the moment. “Never mind. I don’t need to be nosy. Screaming sounds like a good idea, especially if they hate it.  Oh sure - I don’t want to leave you to get mimed or whatever they can do.”  After all, Lil wasn’t going to leave the other here to scream her head off alone, and it wouldn’t cost her any of her stamina really. She did briefly wonder if the mimes might be ghosts, but surely screaming wouldn’t have affected them. “So we just start screaming and going down the alley?” 

It wasn’t a well thought-out plan by any measure, not that Ari was any sort of expert in that regard. More often than not, her impulse thought was the one she followed through with and this was no different. Worst case scenario she’d get a case of the silence again which was pretty miserable, but at least she knew the cure now. That was the one good thing that came out of that black and white pudding. She quietly laughed, “Nah, you’re good. They got into the black and white pudding stock at the pub. Was silent and had some stripes for a bit. Goes away if you try to scream hard enough.” 

The fact a stranger who seemed vaguely familiar was down for this plan was a bit surprising, but Ari thrived on the spontaneity. She took a peek down the alley that smelled strongly of pastries and it looked like they were doing some sort of strange mime ritual. “Well, here goes nothing,” she said, “And yep, just run down the alley screaming. I’ll go first. They’re not very strong, but I’m good at fighting so if they get any fresh ideas, I can handle it.” 

With a half-assed plan in motion, Ari took off running down the alley yelling at the top of her lungs. The sound reverberated loudly through the silence, but something was already brewing. There was a growing pool of the familiar black smudge in the middle of a bunch of angry mimes. When a large one emerged, she stopped in her place. Well, fuck. This mime thing was huge and the mimes were all doing angry hand gestures as a some of the black goo sprayed from the giant one’s mouth. 

“Ah - well that frankly makes more sense. They are - interesting. Screaming, got it” Lil said the last bit mostly to herself. She wasn’t about to get overtaken by a mime, well at least she hoped she wouldn’t. At least one of her siblings would not let that one go if they heard it. 

Lil nodded, checking to make sure her bag was zipped, and that a pouch of salt was still in her pocket. Mimes weren’t exactly a ghost, but if she was honest she felt safer with it easily pulled out. “Got it. I’m not bad either.” Which was true enough. Lil wasn’t exactly a hunter or anything like that, but she’d gotten into enough scrapes with others that she could throw a pretty good left hook. Especially when she wasn’t also trying to exorcize something. 

Lil, for what it’s worth followed Ari, screaming  as loud as she could. It might have been cathartic to her actually. She didn’t usually get to yell. Still, when she saw Ari stop in place she had about a moment of confusion before she saw - black goo? Whatever they had been summoning didn't look pretty. Without thinking Lil pushed Ari away from the Mime both of them narrowly getting out of the way of the goo. 

Lil normally probably would have a cooler head about things like this, but it was - well just stupidly gross and for sure not a spirit.  She didn’t have to be in control with this, she could just beat up a mime if she needed too. 

“What the fuck, Man! ” Lil shouted at the mime who admittedly looked a lot taller then she should really deal with. She probably should have looked down the alley before agreeing to all of this. Still, she moved a foot back steadying herself and remembering to scream “You can’t just do back alley rituals spitting out goo! That’s gotta be a health code violation at least!  There’s a time and place, buddy and this is neither! There are kids here! Get the fuck out! ”

It dawned on Ari that dragging someone else into one of her half-assed plans hadn’t been one of her best ideas. Apparently screaming hadn’t either. She had the feeling belting out a big ol howl wouldn’t do the trick either, but at least the shouting had been fun. Internally, she felt like screaming most of the time anyway. Maybe at least letting all that out had been productive. Now she just had a bunch of mimes and one giant mime to handle. Easy enough, she hoped. 

Just as some of the black mime goo was about to hit Ari, she was being shoved out of the way. She was grateful to not be struck by the mime sauce. Whatever was in it, while it smelled like pastries, carried some weird sort of magic that gave you stripes and silence, neither of which she enjoyed. She glowered at the large mime monster on all fours and a growl instinctively rumbled in her throat. 

Lil seemed to be yelling at one of the mimes and her eyes darted toward her companion. 

She was feisty and Ari could respect that. The amused grin that followed her growl was evidence of that much. With a smirk, Ari added in, “She’s got a point. We’ve got half a mind to report y’all to the health department.” 

The bigger mime opened its mouth in what appeared to be some sort of bellowing sound, but only silence rang through the alley again. It sent a chill down her spine and she felt her fists clenching at her side, ready to bulldoze through to the big guy. Maybe she should have done this alone. Turning into a wolf would be really convenient right about now. The next best thing would be to let out a howl, even if Lil would probably find it fucking weird. 

In her mind, Ari imagined the moon bright in the sky and let out the loudest howl she probably could. It echoed off the building walls much to the mimes’ dissatisfaction. The big one seemed to falter, but was soon rushing down the alley toward them. “Well, shit,” she grumbled. The howl only served to piss it off. Her glare hardened and she pulled one of her knives out of her jacket pocket. Without looking away from the big one, she told Lil, “This might get a little dicey, understand if you wanna dip.” 

Apparently that pause had been a bad idea, because a big spray of goo hit them both. Ari snarled in the big one’s direction, ready to charge.

Lil thought, perhaps that maybe Ari hadn’t been fully correct in her assumption that screaming would cause the mines. They seemed pissed about it, but they were for sure not shrinking back. Still, it was a bit too late for Lil to genuinely care. She might have been an alright exorcist, but she was a great fucking annoyance when she wanted to be. 

She noticed Ari on all fours, and almost went to see if she needed help to get up, but she seemed to - look comfortable that way. It really wasn’t Lil’s business, if she was honest. So instead she kept her focus on the mime in front of her. “Seriously! You’re going to get your ass handed to you.” 

She moved one of her feet back putting herself in a position that she was steady thinking that they might get closer  when the big one bellowed. It was silent, but it still seemed to ring in her ears. She’d just gotten them to stop ringing after the dragon thing, and although a chill ran through her Lil got more pissed than anything else. “Oh fuck off. I can scream too you jackass.” 

Lil hadn’t expected the howl, but at this point it felt better then the other’s non noise noise. She noticed that they faltered, but still came closer. Without thinking she pulled out her own knife, noticing Ari started to arm herself too. 

“Nah. Fuck them.” Lil said simply feeling a lot better with the almost dagger looking object in her hand. She usually didn’t use it against corporeal forms but it didn’t mean she didn’t know how to use it. Lil had to end enough fights. “ I’m not leaving you here.” 

She almost said something more when she saw the black goo coming. She just was able to turn her head to not get it into her eyes and mouth the rest of her not faring well. Still the smaller mime coming closer wasn’t going to fair well either. “Come get me you stripey fuck. I dare you. Coward, ” Lil screamed at it, her leg snapping up as it came closer. It felt solid and it certainly hesitated when she screamed closely. The other two seemed more concerned with Ari, which wasn’t good. She was going to have to get this one down quickly. Getting closer she turned the knife to secure it in her right hand as she swung at it with her other hand. 

 There was a hint of amusement in her smile when she heard Lil in the background fighting and being as loud as possible. Anything that made the mimes upset was good by Ari and they were clearly fucking pissed. She grimaced as she was hit with the black goo, but that was a problem for future Ari. Current Ari had a big ‘ol mime creature running straight toward her. Two could play that game. She ran forward 

The knife was firmly in her hand and pointed toward the mime on four legs as Ari darted forward. When she collided with the mime, she plunged the iron knife right into what she guessed was part of the chest of this thing. Black goo dripped onto her hand and blade as she pulled it out. The large one made another silent bellow that she felt run through her before using its head to push her back into one of the regular old mimes that walked on two legs. “What, don’t think you can take me on your own, big guy,” she mocked, intentionally loud to irritate it. 

She squirmed under the grasp of the standing one as the big one approached again with its teeth bared. Ari snarled in its direction and used the mime holding her to get some leverage to get a kick in. Her boot collided with the its head and she grumbled, “Fuck off!” 

Lil managed to strike the mime in front of her hearing another thunk, which was a bit odd with the fact that a normal body shouldn’t sound like that. Still without hesitating she followed her hand with her knife. Striking it as it hit the brick of the building black ooze now coming out of the mine's side as it slide down on the wall looking flabbergasted at least for a mime. Lil suspected most people wouldn’t think she could do that either, but when you were the worst exorcist in a family you tended to get asked to be the bodyguard when the hunters weren’t available. 

 “Fuck man you should get your blood checked too.” Lil said loudly as if she was actually worried. It seemed a little surprising, and to be fair Lil was too.  Lil used her arm coming up to the now kneeling creature and elbowed it on the head hearing it fall fully to the ground  She doubted it was dead, but it was good enough.

Lil turned to see - ah fuck. She saw Ari captured and without thinking to hard about the fact that she was in fact not a hunter she sprinted slamming her body into the big mime who hadn’t expected Lil to be still fighting. She wasn’t nearly dense enough to push it as far as she wanted to - into the brick but it still stumbled. 

“Two against one you fucks. Ari you okay? - Fuck man are you just made of bricks? ” Lil practically yelled. 

Even in the midst of trying to kick a giant mime thing away from her, Ari couldn’t help but snort at Lil’s comment about the mime blood. Or goo. Whatever it could be called that they were currently covered in. She was definitely going to need to hide out on the farm and scream it out before seeing literally anyone, ever. After how much she made fun of Kaden when it happened to him, she’d never hear the end of it. Or maybe she would, Kaden was still in a big sad mood. 

Help came in the form of Lil crashing into the side of the big mime monster that was left, who hardly budged. Ari was quick to answer, “Oh yeah, I’m fine, we’re probably gonna lose our voices soon and have to try and scream to get them back.” The silent bellow from the giant one sent another chill down her spine. “If you got something to say, say it big guy.” 

Adrenaline was coursing through her as a much needed release. Ari could unleash on these without any fear of hurting them because she wanted to hurt them before they could do anything nefarious. With the fallen mimes behind them, there was just the big one left, who was gearing up to charge again. 

She had more knives at the read and said, “We just gotta get it in a fatal place. Maybe right in its head?” 

Lil’s knife, still black with the other mime’s blood was slick in her hand but Lil gripped it harder listening to Ari as she moved slightly back to attack again. “ Fuck really. That’s annoying.” At the mime’s yell Lil screamed in it’s ear “ Get a better trick you fuck!” Lil wasn’t unaffected though a shudder coming over her body. She backed away slightly, not wanting to keep near what was causing that feeling almost automatically. 

The mime didn’t seem to like it though, letting her move without following. Lil getting ready to charge again she nodded and said, “Fair. I don’t think I can get it there, but I can distract the mime if  you want to try.”  She was hoping that the mime wasn’t really good at listening. Still even if it was, Lil was pretty sure she could make it angry enough not to care. 

“Hey Stripey! You absolute idiot come get me. I betcha I can just set a boombox out and you’d fall to the ground crying. Whatcha like ? Metallica? You look like a Metalhead ” Lil spoke as loudly as she could, taunting the mime as much as she could. It was at least a little easier when it was a ghost but the principle was the same. 

Lil had her in stitches as she was distracting the mime. Ari could barely contain the burst of laughter at just how utterly ridiculous this entire situation was. It was only magnified by the ridiculous things that Lil was shouting throughout the ordeal. Ari had never really been quippy in a fight, she was all raw ferocity that had been dancing under the surface. “Sounds like a plan. I won’t let the silent fuck trample you.” 

When Lil went on to distract the mime that was still on all fours, Ari made a concentrated effort to keep her mind focused. It would be all too easy to let herself get distracted by the menacing absurdities she was shouting. When the mime monster started charging toward Lil, Ari ran as fast as she could and lept onto its back. It was a disorienting feeling, but she clutched on tightly to the thing’s shoulders. She kept her grip solid as it tried to shake her off while still moving forward toward Lil. Thankfully her grip remained strong and she was able to level the knife in her other hand. 

With the knife raised above her head, Ari put all her strength into plunging it into the thing’s skull. There was no normal cracking or indication her stab landed other than the way the knife was deeply rooted and the way the mime vibrated well screeching silently before melting into a pile of goo while she was still on top of it. She felt herself sliding down with the goo and her face scrunched up in disgust as she reached a hand out to Lil to help her out of it. “Ugh, gross,” she cried out hoarsely. 

Lil probably should have toned it down, but in her defense the main way to get a ghost to pay attention to you was to piss it off and in her experience it was a great way to get anyone else to pay attention to you. So she tried to keep it up, letting Ari be at least a little freer to do what she needed too. She nodded slightly at the other’s words whistling at the mime when it faltered, clicking her fingers to get it to not see Ari’s attack. 

Lil hadn’t expected Ari to jump the mime, still yelling at it, her throat getting sore. She certainly didn’t know how she did it, the mime had almost knocked her back instead of having her push it back. Instead of being pushed back though  Ari managed to stab the thing, and like she’d said it started to disappear. If she had more time to think about it, she might have complimented the younger, but instead she went forward making sure that she wasn’t hurt as the thing that had been a mime dissolved. Instead of a ghost, there was a lot more - well she didn’t exactly know what the black goo was and she wasn’t really keen to be curious about it. 

Instead she reached her hand in, not really caring about the goo that was now surrounding the both of them and not hesitating to pull her up.“Damn, you did it,” Lil said, her voice now a lot hoarser than usual. “Are you okay? All ten fingers and toes? We should probably get out of here.” 

The feeling of sludge all over her body wasn’t pleasant and Ari felt like she was going to need 20 showers to get the smell of stale pastries to go away. It was hard to move through, but Lil’s hand gave her the leverage she needed to pull herself out of it. She tried to shake some of it off as she emerged from the puddle, but it clung to her. “Ugh,” she groaned, “Fucking hate this stuff, but yeah, I’m good, all toes, fingers, and limbs accounted for. Just some scratches and bruises.” 

“Are you alright,” Ari asked in return, her voice already becoming harder to use, “And you’re pretty funny, you know that? Had to make an effort to focus on fighting and not laughing.” She looked at the messy scene around them and nodded, “Yeah, you’re probably right. Get out of here before more show up and realize we ruined their plans of big silence.” 

Lil didn’t like the smell that was now covering her, the black goo seemingly smelling like pastries of all things. “Good. You are a really good fighter by the way. I don’t think they were prepared for that at all.” She stretched her arms tapping her neck to assure herself that she hadn’t gotten goo on her necklace as she did. “ Seem to be okay. My throat hurts, but I remember you said  I gotta scream. I’ll make sure I get that done.” 

At the compliment Lil chuckled and said, “Thanks. I’ve been told that I’m a menace so I use that when I get into scrapes.  Do you need a ride? My cars are not far and I got some tarps in the back for keeping goo off of things.”

#And if the world don't break I'll be shaking it; Paras #wickedswriting #para: Ari

[expended-sleeper]

WIP Whatever, I Want to Post!

Thanks to the glorious @dumpsterhipster for tagging! I'm in the eye of the hurricane in terms of the end of the school semester, but it's always nice to take a break to return to Skyrim. Here's another non-spoilery excerpt from FFO! And please share your own snippets if you see this and wish to!

Misfortune caused Vilkas to encounter Sassafras and Nelkir in front of Kishla's shop on his journey to the front gates, but it was pure foolishness that made him stop. 

"Protect yourself from werewolves," called out Sassafras. "Deadly beasts stalk the night! Will you let your family go without protection?" 

"What is this folly?" Vilkas squinted at the rows of silver accessories scattered on the wooden table. "Don't tell me Kishla has you working for the Dawn, now." 

“Not in a million years,” Nelkir grumbled.

"We operate independently," Sassafras said with a wide grin. "Feel free to try on one of our beautiful silver necklaces, esteemed Harbinger. Guaranteed to repel werewolves within ten feet, or you receive a full refund." 

Vilkas pondered how much faith he had in the brazenness of thieves. He picked up one of the necklaces and pressed it to his neck. The metal was cold, and probably very cheap. 

“It goes around your neck, stupid.” Nelkir said.

“How many people have you tricked with this fool’s silver?”

“Keep your voice down,” Sassafras said. “We want their fool’s gold.”

“And shove off,” Nelkir hissed, “if you’re not gonna buy anything. You’re holding up the line.” 

Vilkas looked back at Lars Battle-Born and Sigurd waiting patiently. He pressed a hand to his forehead and groaned. Some part of him considered exposing the charade to save the lads some gold, but if being cheated by the Thieves Guild meant they would have less septims to support the Silver Dawn, then so be it. It wasn’t as if the overpriced trinkets would see any use. None of the werewolves of Whiterun would ever step within a mile of these foolish initiates, if all went well. He stepped aside and watched with his arms crossed. 

“Welcome, welcome!” Sassafras spread his arms wide as the two young men stepped up to the stall. “The dawn may be silver, lads, but it won’t protect your snow-white gullets from the claws of a werewolf. These pendants were made special by the prestigious Dawnguard silversmith Jeremiah Wolfsbane, right before his timely end.” 

“Wow,” Lars muttered, his mouth ajar. 

“Uhh,” Sigurd said, gazing at the worthless jewelry. “How did Jeremiah die?” 

“Heart problems,” Sassafras said. “He was, hmm, a hundred and three years old.” 

"Huh. That is pretty timely."

“You could live to such a ripe old age yourselves, without fear of ghouls or Daedric beasts cutting short the fragile threads of your tragically short Nord lives.” Sassafras held up a few gleaming chains and let them slip through his fingers. “Your time could be limitless, but only if you seize this opportunity! These pieces represent the final unsold works of Jeremiah Wolfsbane in all of Tamriel.” 

“How much?” Lars asked, reaching for his coin purse. 

“Sixty septims for a necklace, twenty-five for bracelets.” Sassafras nudged Nelkir. 

“Oh, right.” Nelkir adopted a shallow expression of curiosity. “What happens if they spend two hundred gold, ‘Fras?” 

“I’m glad you asked, darling. If you make a purchase of two hundred septims or more, you’ll receive access to our exclusive collection inside the store. The unseen treasures of Jeremiah Wolfsbane himself, never meant for the public eye. Silver anklets, rings, cuffs, shackles, and chokers: no part of your body will be left unprotected.” 

By the time he finished speaking, Lars and Sigurd were already wearing two necklaces each and their wrists shimmered in the afternoon sunlight. They hastily paid the thieves and hurried to Kishla’s door. 

“Montrose steals their minds, and you people empty their pockets.” Vilkas scoffed. “It’s a wonder the city is still standing.” 

Nelkir made a rude gesture in his direction.

#skyrim #post-canon #vilkas #nelkir #the elder scrolls #fanfiction #far from ourselves #thieves guild

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Joshua: Second Chance (Part One)

Characters: Joshua x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, possible character death, a little bit of fluff but it’s like angsty fluff

Word count: 1,837

Summary: After his mate died, Joshua always blamed himself and never wanted to imprint again. However, fate has other ideas when he meets you: a young, energetic werecoyote that’s quite the opposite of him. He insists he doesn’t want a new mate – nobody’s even sure if he’s ready for a new one – but he can’t ignore his instincts.

Next | Second Chance Masterlist

a/n: things in bold are in english. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY!!!! hi i know everyone has been awaiting this series from tftp in particular. and while i wish i could say im updating this regularly,,,,,i cannot. there’s no definite update schedule, im just doing it when i can. i wanted to wait until i had all the parts written but im impatient. but i hope you’ll enjoy this series even with the slow updates, and i hope it lives up to expectations 💜

“Where’re we going?” Joshua grumbled as he followed slightly behind Hansol and Kyung, the younger boy’s hand wrapped around hers.

Joshua was going with them to the doctor without actually knowing. Kyung knew better than to tell him before they left because she figured the grumpy werewolf would just tell her no, not really caring whether he was unable to heal or not -- even though that was very clearly a bad sign that he had overexerted himself.

Kyung thought maybe Joshua would be a little less...angry all the time once she got to know him, but Joshua was stubborn well before he’d even met her -- he was just bad at shoving his stubbornness and anger down.

“I promised I’d get my back fixed if Kyung decided to stay, and you said you’d go if I went, didn’t you?” Hansol reminded his brother with a smirk over his shoulder. “We’re gonna go see that doctor we were told about. What was her name again?”

“Minjee,” Kyung replied. “Not to sound rude but...Josh, why don’t you want to see a doctor?”

“I don’t really care if I can heal or not either way,” he replied flatly, “but I said I’d get help if Hansol did. So...here we are.”

“Here we are...” she repeated in a mumble.

Joshua simply followed the mated couple in silence as the alpha led them to Minjee’s, being the first to knock on the door. It was a girl -- as expected -- that opened the door, bowing politely to the group before smiling brightly at the darker skinned girl in front of them.

“Kyung!” she exclaimed as she gestured the three of them in. “I haven’t seen you in so long -- I suppose that’s a good thing, though. How’ve you been? Your pack hasn’t mentioned you.”

“I’m not actually in that pack anymore,” Kyung told her with a shrug, her ‘cool’ exterior coming back in the presence of an old friend. “I’m an alpha of my mate’s pack now.”

Minjee seemed impressed, eyebrows raising with a smile, “Wow, look at you. How’d the sudden change happen? Jiung must be proud.”

“He’s actually...passed away.”

The doctor’s face fell, placing a comforting hand on your upper arm, “I’m sorry for the loss of your brother.”

Kyung nodded, “I’ve been grieving, but it’s been easier with my mate. Minjee, this is Hansol, and his brother -- er, our brother, I guess -- Joshua.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Hansol said as he nodded to her. “Our brother, Soonyoung came in before with a human girl to talk about fixing us -- I’ve got silver burned into my back, and Joshua’s the healer that can’t heal anymore.”

“Ah, yes, the healer!” Minjee’s eyes lit up as she nodded excitedly. She looked to Joshua now. “Your power still hasn’t come back?”

“No,” he replied. “I thought just resting would help but...nothing.”

“I see,” she hummed, eyeing him over before looking back at Kyung like she was their mother that took them to the doctor’s office. “I’ll do a quick look over and then see what I can do. It’s almost time for me to close up, and I have to go out of town for a few days. I won’t be able to do anything until about a week from now, but they’ll be fine until then if they’ve been fine this long.”

“That’s okay,” Hansol shrugged as Joshua replied, “No worries.”

“Alright,” Minjee breathed with a warm smile, grabbing some gloves from nearby, “then let’s get started and see what’s going on.”

-

Even though you were never careful, you wanted to blame this on shitty luck. You were too carefree and excitable, so you ran and ran and didn’t see the trap. So with you trapped under a net with little prickles that you were sure were laced with wolfsbane from how fucking awful you felt -- that was an understatement -- all you could do was wait for hunters to come find you before death took you itself. Honestly, you hoped the latter would come first.

You faintly heard footsteps coming toward you as your vision went out of focus, your eyelids becoming too heavy to keep up. You sensed a presence beside you, the body crouching down to get a better look at you.

“What do we have here?” a female-sounding voice asked, but it sounded far away and muffled to you. “Is this another werewolf?”

“I can’t tell,” another female voice replied in a sigh. “Sura, do you have any ideas?”

“Doesn’t smell like werewolf to me,” a male voice said. “It definitely is some kind of were-creature, though. This thing wreaks of wolfsbane and it’s clearly affecting her. I’d say...coyote, maybe?”

One of the women sucked in a breath between their teeth before saying, “Prajya, help me get this net off of her -- it’ll be heavy but I’m afraid to let Sura touch it.”

Slowly, you felt the weight of the net being lifted off of you. You could also feel every little barb stuck in you being pulled out, and you whimpered softly from the stinging pain that covered your body.

“Minjee, will she make it?” the second girl asked as you were lifted into warm arms.

“No,” the male replied, “probably not.”

“The house isn’t far from here,” the first girl insisted. “We just have to hurry.”

But you were out cold before they even took the first step.

-

Josh and Hansol weren’t really sure why so many people wanted to go with them into town that night for them to finally get fixed. Suvi was understandable since she just enjoyed going into town, and Soomin made sense since she was basically their resident know-it-all when it came to werewolves. However, Wonwoo wanting to tag along was weird because Wonwoo didn’t like leaving the house, much less going into town. They figured maybe it was because he wanted to make sure Soomin would be alright, but she was already going to be with two werewolves and a girl who had gone into town plenty of times. She was in good hands, but whatever made Wonwoo happy.

“Are you nervous?” Suvi wondered, looking up between Hansol and Joshua as she walked.

“I don’t know how they’re going to fix my back, so that’s a little concerning,” Hansol decided, “but I’m more excited.”

Joshua just shrugged, “Eh, not really.”

“Try not to be so excited, huh,” Wonwoo commented.

Joshua did like his power. He liked that he was able to help people with it. However, it didn’t benefit him -- as in, it didn’t make his own personal healing any better than anybody else’s in the pack -- and it wouldn’t be needed if his pack wasn’t so stupid and got themselves hurt. It wasn’t fun like Seokmin’s or Chan’s or Kyung’s, and it wasn’t interesting like Jihoon’s or Soonyoung’s or Hansol’s or Minghao’s. It was boring -- kind of like Wonwoo’s or Seungcheol’s.

Suvi was the first up to the door, knocking before she took a step back to wait. The door was answered by Minjee -- as always -- who greeted them with an almost pained smile.

“Hello,” she greeted them. “Before you come in, I’d like to apologize. My partners and I have just gotten home, and one of our patients... Well, she won’t make it.”

Now that she’d mentioned it, the wolves could just barely hear the faint, slowing heartbeat from inside the house. But they could also smell that it wasn’t the typical werewolf. It was something they’d never smelled before, but it still wasn’t completely human.

Joshua also picked up on a scent that was very familiar but also so very different from anything he’d smelled before.

“We’re just trying to ease her pain until she passes,” Minjee continued, letting the small group into the house. She turned to look at somebody else who was helping with the aforementioned girl. “Sura, could you put a curtain up around her? Prajya, I’ll need you to help me with--”

Minjee stopped when she noticed Joshua stop in the doorway, his body going rigid. His golden eyes were spotting red and locked on you, hands balled into fists.

You were dying; his mate was dying. Again.

“Josh...?” Wonwoo spoke up, placing a hand on the older boy’s shoulder.

Joshua’s thoughts and opinions on re-imprinting were out the window when it registered that the girl quickly losing her life was his mate. The only thing he could focus on was you and saving you -- but he only knew one way how.

“She’s not dying,” he stated, walking straight through the small crowd and over to you where your pulse was just a moment away from completely dying out.

“What?” Minjee asked, watching him as he approached you with a set jaw and narrowed eyes.

“I’m not going to let her die,” he said louder, letting his hands hover above your body.

Joshua was too focused on trying to somehow get his powers to come back to him that he wasn’t paying any attention to Hansol and Wonwoo’s conversation over their surprise of their brother imprinting for a second time. Truthfully, nobody thought anybody would come after Lilly since Josh was so against it. But then again, imprinting wasn’t something any werewolf could control. 

Joshua mumbled to himself as he tried to will his power back. He was concentrating so hard but nothing was happening. No faint glow from his palms, no color coming back to your face, and your heartbeat was still rapidly decreasing by the second. It wouldn’t be long until it was gone all together, and then there would be nothing he could do.

“C’mon...c’mon...” he grumbled, closing his eyes as his eyebrows creased together in concentration.

“Your powers won’t suddenly work,” Minjee spoke up, watching from where she stood by his pack, wanting to give the werewolf space -- especially since she was preparing for him to be grieving for the mate he’d lose before actually having her.

“They have to!” he snapped.

He refused to lose you. If he lost two mates -- even if he didn’t properly meet or know you -- he was sure he wouldn’t be able to take it.

With his last bit of energy he had in his body, his palms faintly glowed to life, spreading a tingling warmth across your body. His healing power was starting to cleanse the wolfsbane from your system, and your heartbeat was starting to become stronger and more stable. Hearing your heartbeat louder in his ears made Josh want to cry. But he didn’t have the energy for it.

As you let out a cough and a girl with brown skin rushed over to sit you up so you could empty your system, Joshua collapsed onto the floor, knowing you were alive and would hopefully stay alive. He put his everything into saving you, and he didn’t know if that would kill him, but he knew it was worth it.

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[hxseok-honee]

3005 || part 3

3005 [part 3] || “sound good, Princess?"

[no matter what you say and what you do // when i’m alone, i’d rather be with you]

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When Y/n steps into the forest clearing the next day, she finds that Hoseok’s not alone. There, seated on the large tree trunk near the cauldron where he stands, is her new acquaintance. Yoongi’s eyes flick up from the book he’s reading when he notices movement, Hoseok still having not seen her since his back is turned. Yoongi clears his throat to alert his boyfriend, but there’s a few seconds before he does so. He first takes his time holding eye contact with her, and she can see, even with a book in the way, that there’s a smirk playing on the edges of his lips. And then he’s blinking, returning his gaze to the page before him as he clears his throat.

Hoseok glances up from where he’s carefully filling vials of wolfsbane potion, glancing over his shoulder when Yoongi tilts his chin up, gesturing in Y/n’s direction with his head without ever moving his eyes from the page. Hoseok spins on his heel smoothly, grinning easily at Y/n.

“Princess! So kind of you to join us.” Even though she’s looking at Hoseok -- not really looking him in the eye, but still looking at him -- she sees Yoongi lift his head, and she wonders what he’s thinking about the nickname his own boyfriend’s given her. As if reading her mind, his opens his mouth, breathing out a laugh before he speaks.

“‘Princess’, huh? I wasn’t aware you were Cinderella -- you know, since you like pumpkins so much.” Yoongi meets her eyes again, that little smirk returning when she instinctively squints, glaring at him.

“I told you I hadn’t thought about the fact that they use the pumpkins for the food--”

“I’m just saying, I was wondering why the pieces of pumpkin in the soup the other day were so soft--”

“That’s not how that works!” Yoongi’s smirk widens, her reaction pleasing him endlessly. Hoseok only looks between them, eyes wide.

“Uh… do you two need a minute? Because I have no idea what’s going on here.” Yoongi breaks eye contact then, returning to his book.

“Your little wolf’s fond of Hagrid’s pumpkin patch.” Y/n flushes angrily, thrown both by the fact that he’d just referred to her as Hoseok’s little wolf and that he hadn’t even come close to properly explaining the situation.

“Okay, well your little boyfriend interrupted me in the midst of an existential crisis, which, frankly, is just rude.” Hoseok had been looking at Yoongi, also surprised at the name he’d given her, but he whirls around then, eyebrows hidden under his hair as he stares at her in shock. Yoongi also looks up, decidedly shutting his book and setting it down beside him before crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, so that’s what you were doing! I wasn’t sure if that was just part of your regular lunchtime routine, or…” Y/n huffs loudly, and she feels herself growing frustrated by the obvious enjoyment Yoongi’s getting out of teasing her. But Hoseok’s reaction to their conversation surprises her enough to halt any irritation she would have felt.

“Okay -- you two are acting really weird… I mean, I can’t say much about Y/n since, apparently, she hates me enough to never talk to me, but Yoongi…” He looks his boyfriend over with surprise, causing Yoongi to deflate slightly after a moment. He uncrosses his arms, setting his hands in his lap as he shrinks shyly under Hoseok’s gaze. But it’s the way Yoongi’s ears are turning pink that tips Hoseok off, and he hums knowingly.

“I see--” He turns to Y/n then, the arrogant smirk she’d come to know over the years filling his face. “You’ll have to forgive him, Princess -- my little Prince isn’t the best at making friends.” Yoongi’s blush deepens, and he digs the toe of his converse sneakers into the dirt below him stubbornly. This is not the same Yoongi that had just derived joy from teasing Y/n, and she’s very surprised to see how quickly he changed. Glancing at Hoseok, she finds that he’s got his eyes on Yoongi, fondness dancing in his gaze as he smirks at his boyfriend. She decides then that their dynamic confuses her, but then she remembers what Hoseok had said.

“I don’t hate you…” Hoseok turns, eyes genuinely surprised that she hadn’t let the comment pass. Y/n only makes brief eye contact before looking away, never having been able to properly meet Jung Hoseok’s intense gaze for very long. “I don’t hate you.” She’d wanted to explain why she’s so shy around him -- that he intimidates her, probably without meaning to -- but she’d only repeated herself, unable to find any other words. She hears Hoseok snicker, and when she looks up, he’s got his back to her again, having returned to his potion.

“Well, that’s certainly nice to know. Maybe I should only give you one vial at a time -- then you’ll have to keep finding me every day, and I can finally get to know you.” There’s a pause, one where Y/n isn’t sure how to respond, but it ends when Hoseok glances over his shoulder at her with a toothy grin.

“I’m just fucking with you. I wouldn’t hold out on you like that.” He turns, holding a small container, one that she’s very familiar with. She steps further into the clearing, approaching the pair, head bent as she pretends to watch where she’s walking on the uneven ground -- a habit formed over the years so she doesn’t have to look Hoseok in the eye.

She stops when the little wooden box comes into view, and he hands it to her. But when she moves to pull away, he doesn’t let go, holding her there with the grip of his hand on the box of her vials. She looks up in surprise then, finally meeting his eyes without even thinking about it. She finds that Hoseok’s smirking, as usual, but it widens when she looks at him.

“There she is.” It’s whispered, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of her for a second while he says it, causing her breath to catch in her throat from the sheer effect of his overwhelming presence. She feels trapped by him, prey being mocked by that smirk.

Her eyes flick over to Yoongi, expecting to see some kind of reaction at her proximity to his boyfriend -- annoyance or irritation maybe -- but she finds that he’s only regarding Hoseok with eyes filled with intrigue. A thought seems to have crossed his mind when Hoseok had acted, because Yoongi’s examining his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, like he knows something she doesn’t. And when he finally glances at her, it seems the shy Yoongi that Hoseok had dragged out has disappeared again, leaving a new Yoongi who only looks her over with surprised interest.

She doesn’t even realize Hoseok’s released her vials, too stunned by the suddenness of the moment. When she looks down and sees that she’s the only one holding the box, she’s still not processing it, so she stays close to Hoseok -- much closer than she’d ever been before in the 4 years she’d known him. He’s warm, she notes -- his body heat is as overwhelming as his gaze, passing over her in waves as a reminder that he’s there while she stares down at the box, eyes wide.

She also notes that, while Jungkook is much the same, warmer than most due simply to an internal adjustment made to his body after becoming an animagus so young, this is not the same. Where she’d always found her brother obnoxiously warm and only tolerable on the coldest of nights, Hoseok’s warmth is surprisingly pleasant -- nothing more than a reminder that he’s there, living and breathing beside her. It’s oddly comforting to know that the cold, offputting boy she’d come to know is warm in some ways.

The moment comes crashing to an end with the sound of footsteps in the distance, realization hitting Y/n like a truck when she thinks of what this situation could seem like to someone else. Stumbling backwards until she’s about as far away from Hoseok as she’d been from the start, she barely even hears footsteps falling into line beside her, her heart still pounding in her ears.

“Oh, hey!” Glancing up at the sudden voice, her heart flies into her throat when she realizes it’s Remus that’s right beside her.

Am I just gonna have a heart attack here? This is how I die, is that it?

She can’t even manage to smile at Remus, too flustered by the entire situation. She only glances over at James and Sirius, who have come along to keep Remus company. They wave, smiling knowingly at the blush on her face -- on the tree trunk not far away, Yoongi smirks, knowing they aren’t aware of the whole truth of Y/n’s current state.

“Hey, Hoseok! Sorry again for having to cancel on you last night -- we, uh--” Remus hasn’t noticed Y/n’s frazzled existence, addressing Hoseok like nothing’s off about the situation. He points between himself and his friends, looking sheepish. “We got evening detention, so…”

Y/n chances a look at Hoseok then, seeing that he seems to have forgotten the entire moment with her, smiling politely at the Marauders while turning to grab Remus’ doses.

“Don’t worry about it, man. This one told me that his friend Jungkook had gotten into trouble, so I figured you might be in the same boat.” Hoseok nods over to Yoongi when he says ‘this one’, and the boys seem to only notice then that Yoongi’s there.

“Yoongi! It’s good to see you, man -- I feel like whenever we find Jungkook during lunch, you’re missing from the group.” James approaches the seated boy, clapping him on the back good-naturedly. Yoongi only nods, an easy smile coming to his features. He looks mildly uncomfortable, but it’s clear he and the Gryffindors are familiar with one another, and Y/n wonders briefly what Yoongi’s like as he gets to know someone.

She doesn’t even see that he’s meeting her eyes curiously until he responds, his voice bringing her back to reality. She watches as he doesn’t look away, eyes locked on hers as he speaks, that infuriating smirk making another appearance.

“Yeah, sorry about that -- I’m usually busy during lunch.” Y/n’s mind flashes to when she’d accused Yoongi of interrupting her existential crisis during lunch, not ten minutes prior. She flushes, that annoying pounding of her heart growing when she sees that the comment is lost on James, his words meant strictly for her. Remus shifts next to her, and when she glances up, she sees that he’d noticed the moment, looking between her and Yoongi with curiosity. He clears his throat, shooting her a quick grin as he addresses Hoseok again.

“Well, I’m glad I ran into this one at breakfast today and heard you guys were meeting now -- I’d hate to take more time out of your schedule.” Remus reaches out, brushing his fingers along the inside of her wrist when he calls her ‘this one’, referencing Hoseok’s previous comment about Yoongi jokingly. Y/n’s eyes widen as she glances down at her wrist, watching as Remus’ fingers slide off of her skin before returning to his side, where he lets his arm hang.

She glances away quickly, trying not to make a big deal of the gesture, and she ends up catching Hoseok’s expression as her eyes pass over him. Remus had meant the comment innocently, of course, but the look in Hoseok’s eyes -- cold, hardened eyes that gaze emotionlessly at the spot where she and Remus had just made contact before flicking up to meet Remus’ eyes -- tells her that maybe he doesn’t like that she’s being referred to in the same way Hoseok had referred to Yoongi.

She’s not sure why -- a personal association to the words, an inside joke between the boyfriends, perhaps -- but Hoseok’s teeth are clenched, his jaw locking and unlocking as he smiles in response, and it sets her skin on fire. He’s not even looking at her, gaze trained evenly on Remus, but she feels the heat of his glare, very different from the heat she’d felt radiating off of him earlier.

“It’s no problem -- I’d have been happy to reschedule.” The words are understanding, but there’s an edge to them, the tone in his voice razor sharp. Y/n glances up at Remus and finds that he’s already looking down at her, his eyebrows raised as he looks at her knowingly.

“I get the Look all the time… just me though…”

Y/n blinks, confused as she remembers what he’d said to her yesterday. She looks to Hoseok, but when he flicks his eyes over to her, his gaze softens, and he looks away and scratches at his neck awkwardly. Behind him, Yoongi is looking at the back of his boyfriend’s head, eyes curious as he glances between Hoseok and Remus. His expression is fairly even, but Y/n can see that he’s been making silent observations when he finally smiles to himself and lowers his gaze to his lap, twiddling his thumbs as he thinks.

Hoseok moves to hand the box of vials to Remus after a moment, still slightly awkward from his obvious display of annoyance as he approaches them. When he passes the doses to Remus, he takes a moment to glance at Y/n, eventually reaching over to tap a single finger on the top of her own container.

“Don’t let me find out you aren’t taking these with food like last year -- sound good, Princess?” Y/n inhales sharply, only having heard the name when they’re relatively alone. Remus’ jaw drops, accompanied by James choking on his own spit and Sirius making some kind of strangled noise behind his hand. She looks past Hoseok to see Yoongi smiling widely, eyes dancing with amusement.

Nodding quickly, Y/n lowers her gaze and turns, pushing past Remus as she heads for the path back to the castle. Remus follows, stunned, and James hops off of his seat, not even bothering to wave at Yoongi as he and Sirius take off after Y/n, their teasing voices ringing out through the forest as they go.

Hoseok watches them leave, Yoongi only watching Hoseok. Finally, the boy on the tree trunk hums, eyes trained on the side of his boyfriend’s face as he speaks.

“So… She’s interesting.” Hoseok doesn’t take his eyes off of Y/n’s back, shrinking in the distance as she and the Marauders walk back to the castle. He swallows hard, sighing softly before responding.

“She’s certainly something.”

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #jung hoseok #min yoongi #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #bts poly au

[wolfsbane-if]

Okay so this is probably gonna be a long ask, but I just couldn't stand not being able to tell this.

I love this IF so much. I love the story, the characters, the interactions, all of it is just so amazingly well written and everytime I read through it I feel like I'm actually in that world. As someone who's always been into writing, I am absolutely in love with the way you write.

The characters feel so fleshed out, (from my perspective at least) and don't even get me started on how you write the MC's dialogue and interactions. It all lends to a sense of realism, like when I read through it I can actually imagine myself doing the things that the mc does and Idk if that sounds weird but I honestly have no other way to explain it!

And I also wanted to say how refreshing it is to see romance/friendship routes taken in the way that you explained. As a person I've always been more the type to give my love freely whether it be a friend, family or a significant other. And sometimes in other ifs most of the things I usually do could be assumed as romantic in one way or another. I don't really have any problem with this, but just the fact that my mc can show how thankful he was that harlow is safe (even though he barely knew her), or how worried he was about Garamond without necessarily letting it be because he had romantic feelings for one character or the other makes me feel genuinely happy! This isn't to say I'm opposed to romance, (because I definitely am planning to romance garamond lol) but from the way you said it I'm just happy I don't have to worry about my actions (at least for now) being read as romantic for the other characters.

Overall I just wanted to say that I love your stories, both this one and Raiders of the caravan; and I wanted you to know that both of them have a special place in my heart now, and your writing is now helping to inspire me to improve my own.

I'm sorry this is such a long ask but I just really wanted to tell you this, and I look forward to your future updates!

Oh gosh okay, I’m really sorry it took me some time to respond to this; I kept writing and rewriting my reply because it felt so lacking in comparison to the original message. I’m feeling so many feelings rn but I have no idea how to convey them through text and so I’m kinda speechless as a result. You definitely have nothing to apologise for; your words really mean a lot to me and I love hearing that my characters have resonated with you and that my writing can inspire you.

Really just... every single thing you said made my smile grow wider and wider and I’m having trouble, like, picking out comments to respond to lol. The points you’ve praised all hue very close to what my personal goals are for my writing and it just feels amazing to get a message like this that makes me feel like I’m actually succeeding. I also really appreciate hearing about your perspective and experience with my atypical approach to relationships in Wolfsbane -- it’s very comforting and heartwarming to know that my work and the relationships within it can still be engaging even without romantic connotations

So yeah, thank you so, so much for taking the time to send this. It really brightened my week, and I wish you the best of luck with your own writing! <3

#leftski answers #not pictured: me sobbing into my laptop rn #I may enjoy writing about characters and their emotions but I cannot express my own feelings for the life of me ;n; #insert 500 kermit with heart emojis memes

[scott-mccall-the-hot-girl]

okay okay so i’ve been thinking about theo and liams wedding ,,

they definitely pick a venue that is like one of the abandoned warehouse venues and it’s like super rustic & they have fairy lights and shit

neither of them decorated ,, this was all lydia & mason

theo 110% wrote a really beautiful set of vows

liam did too but was trying to hard to actually read them and threaten to punch theo for making him cry

half of the guest are in the actual wedding so that is just a shit show

they try and convince malia, in coyote form to be ring bearer

this is a battle they eventually win & it’s very iconic !!

scott walks with liam down the isle

jenna walks theo down

jenna supremacy ,, this isn’t related but it’s important

the actually post reception party is tHE MOST ICONIC

i propose that once theo was less homocidal and more domesticated he worked on the most random thing, from odd jobs to helping deaton with all things supernatural

including wolfsbane

including learning how to make wolfsbane! supernatural friendly alcohol

therefore, after the whole pack sCARFS DOWN THEIR FOOD AS THEY DO

i’m gonna guess the second they cut the cake they are all doing shots.

i’m gonna bet at least and hour later they arE ABSOLUTELY WASTED

EVERYONE !! aNd I MEAN EVERYONE

therefore insues: the worst dancing ever, a series of speeches (mostly by stiles), body shots, doing the cupid shuffle 4 times to many & probable stripping (*cough* brett *cough*)

theo had a feeling that the party would get this out of control ,, so they hired a photographer and videographer

EVERYTHING IS CAPTURED ON CAMERA

so almost every supernatural ,, is so drUnk they are absolutely blacked out

this is half of the packs firsts time drinking this bad

stiles, lydia, mason & nolan definitely almost get alcohol poising

it might be the best party they have ever gone to

half of the sheriffs department is outside because ,, #1 - we can’t let the pack get attacked while vulnerable ,, #2 - we can’t let the pack leave the premise bc they will burn down beacon hills

liam 120% sings an abundance of karaoke ,, including a disgusting take on it’s getting hot in here

he dedicates the whole performance to elevators & theos ass.

they are all barefoot and doing parkour by the end of the night

they get all the adults absolutely smashed ,, the video evidence is the greatest thing they ever get their hands on

this mostly includes peter hale, being peter hale and everyone enjoying it

and proof that chris argent does in fact smile

hayden is at this wedding ,, and like most things in his life ,, liam is very embrassed to tell her it’s in fact his wedding. so he never actually tells her

she knows ofc bc she’s not dumb

but she antagonizes liam the whole time because he definitely freaked out and instead said it was a funeral or a reunion party where he casually gets married

liam is a disaster even in marriage

this also goes for the fact that he threatens to fist fight theo mid party

they both consider it but are much to drink to function

# romantic face punching

the whole night is theo saying ,, “oH GOD NOW IM STUCK WITH HIM”

#thiam wedding is the party of the century #teen wolf but they are drunk #teen wolf but make it gay #teen wolf #liam dunbar #theo raeken #thiam #thiam wedding #mccall pack #liam x theo #teen wolf gay #teen wolf fandom #scott mccall #jenna geyer #stiles stilinksi #malia tate #argent #peter hale #thiam supremacy

[myclownjunction]

A loyal guard dog! Karl Heisenberg x Reader Part IV

I laid this night a bit restless, trying to understand what in the bloody meaning he said three days he'll be locked away, does he have rabies, no-nonsense! Maybe he works on something more specific and more detailed and needs to be left alone, probably, there were so many things that it could be but what actually he hid...you thought that friends don't hide anything from each other. The time will show...as you drifted to the slumber of sleep still tossing and turning the full moon outside was peering into the factory waiting for the changes to begin.

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The day went pretty much as usual you patrolling the factory and kicking the ass of the lazy Lycans to guard the factory and not fight for nonsense, it's good that Urias was there to kick some sense too...with his hammer. However you didn't saw nor heard from your owner anything yet, despite the fact that he forbid you to call him owner or master, you still held to your word to call him master, that's how you were trained but when the time came it quickly changed to Heisenberg, he never really told you his real name but you told him yours as he first time met you alas he loves to use any cheesy nicknames while teasing you. You walked to the right-wing of the factory doing your regular patrol as you picked up an unusual scent it made you growl, 'An intruder?!' you thought as you walked toward the scent the closer you got to the darker parts of the factory, the more rooms appeared in front of your eyes the smell now was really strong, as you heard...moaning?! Snarls and curses were let out of the mouth of Heisenberg but like it wasn't him but a beast trying to mimic his voice, you stood there as the smell hit you now differently, it...it was HIS smell!! You gulped as you felt your mouth getting watery, you stepped away as you felt the warmness coil and tight into a knot making your really uneasy, you gotta get out of here...immediately 'Shit, this smell it does something strange to my body!' you thought as you backed away slowly trying to make absolutely no sound in the process but the burning in your abdomen scolded you to go and bathe in this smell to join its owner and have...' NO!' you barked at yourself mentally he was your master you couldn't as you walked to the stairs you heard a rather loud roar making your skin covered in goosebumps but not from fear but from excitement.

You pulled yourself back down the stairs and into the elevator you walked towards the familiar smell of someone important that you NEEDED right the hell now! It was the Duke a humble jolly merchandiser that brought most of the supplies, your first meeting with him was so fascinated, being locked in a cage for ages and being let out for a while you were practically in awe of every single thing happening in this world. The Duke always talked to you respectively as you had chats about this and that, you always thought that the Duke was something much more than jolly merchandise, you stormed from the elevator as if it was on fire and would crush any moment now, the Duke was surprised by your exit too "Ahh, a familiar and sweet face to meet. Good day my dearest, how could I be of any help to you, because as I see you definitely need help in there!" he laughed making his body jiggle as he removed the ashes from his cigar he always smoked, it smelled like cherry and cinnamon, you gulped and asked with the biggest hope in your voice "Duke, please tell me that you have Wolfsbane potion in stock?!!" you looked at him rummaging through his carriage as you crossed every finger you could biting your lower lip and chewing it in as the heat decided to start pooling itself into your core. He turned around looking at you and making a shaking motion with his head "I'm afraid Miss L/N, I don't have the potion in stock the last few were bough by Lord Heisenberg himself, didn't he told you about it?!" he raised his eyebrow his eyes sparkling mischievously at your surprised face as he snickered and took a drag from his cigar "You see Miss L/N, your friend...Lord Heisenberg has a specific condition that is called Werecantrophy, he always comes by to buy the potions for this specific...time!" he smiled as he looked at me with a pity in his eyes "Alas I remember he would bring it to the medkit, maybe you will find it there by chance! He bought 4 flasks with the potion after all!". You smiled and thanked him "Thank you Duke I'll make sure to try to find them! I hope to see you around anytime soon!" you walked into the elevator your body still on fire before the elevator closed its doors he told you rather aloud "I hope you gonna lend a good hand to help Lord Heisenberg, dearest one!" he laughed at your baffled expression, as the elevator took you to the level where your rooms were you barged into the room, looking desperately for the medkit as you found it, you practically slammed the poor box onto the workbench rattling its containment, rummaging through the bottles you found none labeled Wolfsbane Potion, your blood was boiling at this point, you wanted to scream, to tear and to break. You needed somehow to channel your heat somehow...'Think...THINK GOD DARN IT!' you snarled at yourself "SHOWER! I need a cold shower, damn right now!!!" you groaned as you stripped of your clothes running butt-naked towards the shower going into the cold water made you shiver and let out a yelp mixed with a whine as the water hit you like a whip making your skin cool down and your body accept yet another torture, you sighed as te feeling...didn't fade away. You stood there and turned the knob till the water was dripping, drip...drip...drip. You snarled in frustration as you hit the wall of the shower leaving the indentation but the pain didn't turn your attention from the slickness between your legs, you walked outside drying yourself up and huffed as the towel you took smelled of Heisenberg, an electrical charge ran through your body making you moan as if he was right there, his smell, his musk, you dressed up and walked towards the right-wing of the factory. You were determined to get rid of it, you will ask him to give you just one potion, he wouldn't refuse you right?! Right!?? You were walking fast towards the room, after all the smell was still lingering in the air like a damn cake, ready to be bitten, you shook your head what was happening to you, you had no damn idea as you neared the room that you heard the noises coming from it still held it's secret resident inside as you stepped on something it made clacking noise as if made of glass...You looked down to see the four poor bottles drained from their liquid, you stood there like a deer caught in lights, the smell was so much as you were practically panting it was so unusual to be so close, this smell was so well defining an Alpha as you failed to notice the door has opened slowly and the said so man standing there, as the door was open his pheromones hit you like a train, you wobbled to contain your balance you heard a dark and deep chuckle looking up you were met by pair of glowing yellow eyes.

"Ohh, sweetheart it took you quite long to come and pay me a visit!" his voice was so deep and gruff it made you whine, and he growls in response as he licked his lips littered with scars, his chest was heaving with rapid breaths he took as he took one long inhale he smiled showing his fags. "Damn it sugar, you practically smell of pure sex and lust!" he growled and smiled looking at your shaking and trembling from his pheromones was working their wonders on you! "Let's play a game little pup, you run I chase! If you succeed to hide I'll let you take the lead, but if..." he paused smiling and huffing "...I catch you, I'll make the whole damn village to know who you belong to, I'll nail you till the only thing you'll know is my name!" he smiled, his pupils dilated with lust seeing you rub your legs together your smell was maddening him as the veins on his strong arms and neck were pulsing his wolf self calling ut for him to claim you!

To be continued...

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karlheisenberg #karl heisenberg x you #karlheisenbergxreader #heisenberg x reader #re8 heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg resident evil #heisenberg #myclownjunction posts #resident evil fanfic #myclownjunction writes #x reader #A loyal guard dog fanfic

[evan-peters-wife]

Hate

Summary: you and isaac hate each other and the others finally have enough of you so they lock you in his room. Pairing: Isaac Lahey and Reader Word Count: 2441 Warning: smut A.N: i actually really like this one lol ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You let out a groan, glaring at Isaac from across the room. You saw Stiles roll his eyes out the corner of your eye, but you honestly could bring yourself to care because, for the second time in the last hour, you were five seconds away from putting a wolfsbane bullet in Isaac’s head.  

“Why don’t you just keep your fucking opinions to yourself?” You snarled viciously as you shot up from the sofa in the Derek’s loft.  

“How about you keep your excessively painted lips shut!” Isaac snapped back causing Scott to let out a groan as if watching this caused him psychical pain.  

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You growled in anger.  

“Shutting up- definition being told to shut up means to hold back your words and happily keep them to your fucking self!” Isaac huffed sarcastically.  

“No, I meant, why bring up my lipstick what does this have to do with anything!?” You grumbled resentfully. You loved the lipstick you were wearing; it was a dark red and it made your lips look fuller than what they actually were. You were also wearing your signature: a pair of distressed shorts, a shirt that’s far too big to be yours (probably stole it off Derek as he had the best clothing style out of the boys) and black combat boots.

“I mean it’s a pack meeting and your dress up like somebody’s whore! It’s off-putting in the most disgusting way.” Isaac laughed but as soon as the words left his mouth a switch was flipped in your head.

You were quite well-known for your short temper, so when he said this, all you could think about is causing him pain. It didn’t matter that he was a werewolf and you were a human; you would do whatever it took to make him feel as angry as you were in that moment. You tackled him to the floor. He only let out a laugh as he threw you off him before standing up and striding towards you. However, before he could reach you Scott grabbed him while Derek grabbed you.  

“Let me go! I’m gonna kill him!” You yelled as you twist and turned in Derek’s arms in an attempt to escape.

“Y/N, calm down!” Scott roared, his eyes flashing red as he stared at you from his spot behind Isaac. It didn’t matter though. His alpha powers don’t work on humans. “Derek and Cora. Lock them in Isaac’s room until they get this out their system.” Scott huffed in annoyance as you tried to flap your arms, hoping Derek would show mercy.

You and Isaac always got into verbal fights; everyone knew that. But it never ended in physically violent altercations, still for some reason today his words just seemed to piss you off more than usual.  

Derek carefully put you into the room, not wanting to be yelled at. They all knew how scary you can get when you’re mad. Cora followed suit, throwing Isaac with a lot more aggression than Derek had thrown you. You tried to launch at the open door but before you could they closed it firmly before you heard the clicking of several padlocks.

“We’re gonna go out to have lunch. You guys can just…enjoy each other’s company?” Stiles shouted through the door before walking away.

You let out a frustrated growl as you turned to Isaac. “This is your fault!” You snarled; your mind filled with violent thoughts.  

“I hardly think it is! If you weren’t such a bitch all the time we wouldn’t be having this problem!” Isaac retaliated.  

“Me? ME!? The whole damn reason why we’re in here is because you called me a whore!” You screamed, getting closer to him.  

“Well its true.” Isaac chuckled as he flashed his golden eyes at you.  

Without another word you launched at him, effectively tackling him to the ground. You pulled your fist back before bringing it down across his stupidly defined cheekbone. He let out a hiss of pain before reaching up and taking your throat in his hand and flipping you both over, so he was now on top of you, his hand still wrapped around your throat.  

You clawed at his hand and arm hoping to rid your throat of the pressure but much to your dismay it seemed rather impossible. His hand wasn’t squeezing but that didn’t mean you felt comfortable enough to have this gorgeous man’s hand round your throat.

“I will only allow you to hit me once, sorry, love.” Isaac growled, his hand tightening around your neck causing you to gasp for air.  

“I hate you!” You snapped as you thrashed around underneath him.

“The feelings mutual.” Isaac laughed before staring into your eyes as they darkened.  

Silence fell over both of you for what felt like minutes but in reality, it was seconds. Seconds of silence before his eyes drifted to your lips for a millisecond, then his lips were on yours. His hand never loosening around your neck.  

But if that wasn’t enough of a shock, you started kissing back, with just as much hostility. There was nothing gentle about this kiss it was full of pure hatred and quite honestly? It was the best kiss you’d ever had. Your hands weaved their way into his hair, pulling at the roots aggressively as your tongue fought for dominance. Which to be perfectly honest was becoming more difficult to keep up. His eyes were hooded with lust as he stared down at you as if waiting for any sign that you wanted him to stop.  

“I. Hate. You.” You punched out viciously.  

He snarled angrily before bringing his lips down to yours once again. It was just as rough and hate-filled as the last one but that didn’t stop you from returning it. You knew if you told him to stop he would. You hated the fact that it was Isaac Lahey that was making you feel this good.

“That just what I was about to say, Princess.” Isaac growled in annoyance as he pulled away from your lips. As soon as his hand moved from your neck you rolled over, so you were straddling him once again. You smirked down at him as his hand gripped your hips tightly.  

“What you gonna do, Isaac? Hmm? You gonna hate fuck me?” You laughed as you leant down brushing your lips against his ear. “You gonna rip my clothes off, pin me to the floor and fuck my tight lit-”  

Before you could finish your taunting he sat up and gripped your hair tugging it, so your eyes were now on the ceiling. His actions caused a dirty, dark yet seductive giggle to leave your mouth. He let out a growl as he began biting your neck harshly.  

“Come on, Isaac, you can do better than that.” You teased seductively. He let out a feral growl before you felt claws ripping through your shirt. You would be pissed off, but honestly, your only concern was having his skin on yours as he fills you up.  

Without another word he stood up, wrapping your legs firmly around his waist before moving to the bed and throwing you down. Once there he ripped away the remanence of your top before pulling your shorts down and off your body. Your kicked off your converse and managed to roll your socks off. No way was you having sex with socks on. Ew.

Isaac gently tugged down your underwear. “Why not just rip them?” You asked.  

“Because I happen to know that these are limited edition and your favourite pair.” Isaac huffed but before you could register his words he unclasped your bra and threw it across the room with everything else.  

You weren’t ashamed of your body but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel slightly uncomfortable with your naked and Isaac still very much dressed. Choosing to strip him down rather than cover yourself, you began taking off his cardigan before ripping off his top leaving him shirtless. Holy fuck, this man had abs. He quickly took off his jeans and boxers leaving you to stare at his now naked self.

You immediately touch him, making sure to lightly scratch him with your longish nails. He shivered against your touch before he leant down and began pressing kisses and bites down your body. Once he reached his destination he didn’t ease into it choosing instead the viciously assault your clit sucking and biting at it mercilessly.

Your back arched at the sudden pleasure, gripping his hair firmly as you thrust upwards chasing your own pleasure. To your shock he didn’t make a move to stop you, instead, he stuck out his tongue and let you grind against it.  

After letting you grind on his tongue for a few seconds he gripped your hips to stop you moving again, causing you to let out a whine of annoyance. You heard him chuckle slightly before you felt two very long fingers enter you, as his mouth went back to roughly sucking on your clit.  

“F-Fuck!” You cursed loudly as you felt your stomach tighten at the intensity. “Are you gonna to play with me all day or are you going to fuck me?” You panted, as you tried to stop yourself from reacting the amazing pleasure he was giving you.  

He let out a growl before taking out his fingers and kneeling up to look at you with a glare. He gave you smirk that honestly sent shivers down your spine, but before you could ask he thrust three fingers into you roughly.  

The slight burn didn’t last long because he suddenly started pushing and rubbing against your special spot. You knew what it was, you’d played with yourself enough times to know where your g-spot is, however, none of your previous one night stands knew how to find it…if they even knew it existed.  

“Carry on taunting me and I’ll make you cum so many times, you’ll beg me to stop.” Isaac growled lowly causing you to let out a filthy moan in response. God the things you would let this man do to you right now.

He pulled out his fingers before lifting up your legs and pushing them back as far as your flexibility would allow. He lined himself up before glancing down at you with an unreadable expression you’d never seen on his face, but before you could figure it out. It was gone.  

He pushed into you roughly earning a gasp from you as your eyes widened at how big he felt inside of you. You could tell he was big but now he was inside of you, you could feel just how big he really was.  

You had never fucked anyone without a condom. Not because you’d get pregnant, since you were on the contraceptive pill, but mostly because of diseases. However, with werewolves, you knew you never had to worry about that.  

The feelings of his bare cock inside you was almost enough to have you cumming right then and there. You clung to his arms tightly as he paused, allowing you to adjust to him. After a minute you thrust upwards to test it out, letting out a loud whining sound as you did. He shot you a smirk before gripping the back of your thighs and changing the angle until he seemed satisfied.  

He began thrusting into you with firm yet slow thrusts, his cock brushing your g-spot with every thrust he gave. When your moans got higher pitched and slightly louder he began pounding into you. And damn, did it feel incredible.

The more he brushed across that spot, the higher you would moan. Right now you were in the palm of his hands, leaving you open and vulnerable to him. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop as you threw your arms around his neck pulling him down so your lips were against his ear.  

“Please Isaac…” You moaned into his ear before you could stop yourself.  

He pulled back enough to look at you, his eyes widened in shock as he took in your face. Your eyes were glazed with tears or pure pleasure, your face was flushed, and your breath was heavy and broken with occasional moans escaping your lips. His eyes softened at you sight before his arms let your thighs go and wrapped your legs around his waist.  

His arms moved to the side of your head, one forearm supporting him whilst the other curled around your head in what could only be described as an intimate action as his thumb caressed your cheek.  

“Okay. Okay, baby, I got you.” Isaac whispered softly before he began thrusting into you with firm slow thrusts.  

His forehead rest against yours, his lips occasionally brushing across your cheeks or your lips. His thrusts never faltering, even when you felt yourself begin to tighten around him. You arched against him, your chest pressing together as his thrusts sped up a little.  

“Isaac…I’m gonna…” You whined before letting out a whimper.  

“I know baby…cum for me.” He whispered in your ear, his hand stroking your hair softly.  

His words did everything to finally tip you over the edge, the orgasm was the most powerful one you’d ever had. Your body was shaking as you clamped around his cock, the release itself was enough to soak his shaft and dampen the bed sheets.  

“S-Shit Y/N!” He groaned huskily against your neck as his thrust finally lost their rhythm as he came inside of you earning a moan of approval from you. After a few more thrusts he stopped and looked up at you with tired yet satisfied eyes.  

Silence fell over your both as you stared into each other’s eyes. Neither of you knew what to say. No one knew how to end this scene or how to start the much need conversation. You were both stuck but honestly, even if you tried to move you couldn’t because your body was still shaking and twitching from your orgasm.  

Isaac noticed this and began caressing your left shoulder with his right hand. As if trying to calm your body down from its post-orgasmic bliss. He leant down, his eyes never leaving yours before pressing the softest most careful kiss you’d ever felt on your lips.

“I don’t hate you.” He muttered timidly against your lips.  

“Eh, I guess you’re not the worst.” You responded with a smirk.

He stared into your eyes with a smile as he finally kissed you passionately as if he’d waited his entire life for this moment.

#isaac lahey #isaac #lahey #smut #isaac lahey smut #imagine #daniel sharman #hate to love #rough #sweet

[theowhy]

pray for the wicked

1.2k, theo-centric, implied thiam, rated T

warnings: outsider POV, non-graphic violence, (probably inaccurate) religious references

last night, my gf inadvertently inspired an idea of theo in a confessional booth, and the concept of an outsider POV fic about that wouldn’t leave me alone until i banged this little thing out. i’m not very religious and am a terrible catholic, so pls bear with any (undoubtedly numerous) inaccuracies lmao.

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Elias jolts in his seat at the sound of the confessor’s side door slamming shut.

There’s a clamor on the other side of the wall separating the two chambers of the confessional booth. He can’t see anything, of course, with the screen on the confessor's side covering the grated window, so he merely frowns and furrows his brow, sets down the book he was reading. These nights tend to be long, you see.

But Elias must be present and ready at all times, so despite the clamor and the banging and the disconcerting sound of panting on the other side, he says calmly, “Welcome.”

The panting continues on for a moment. Elias waits patiently.

Then, a boy’s voice, rough and low: “Shit, how does this go again?”

Elias raises his brows.

“Uh. Bless me Father, for I have sinned?” the boy tries again. “My last confession was… never? Nineteen years, if that’s how this works.”

Nineteen. It isn’t so long ago that Elias has forgotten what being nineteen was like, making his way through seminary school. Though he suspects his background may be different from whoever it is on the other side of the wall, who hisses and murmurs, “Never gonna get this bloodstain out. Great.”

Now that Elias thinks of it, he can smell the metallic tang of it, the scent quickly filling the booth.

Alarmed, he says, “Are you bleeding? Do you need an ambulance?”

“Nah.” A sigh, the sound of the cushioned chair on the other side creaking. “I’ll be good in a few minutes. Just need some time to hide—uh, I mean, confess.” A pained grunt. “This wolfsbane is doing nothing for me.”

The more words he speaks, the more confusion Elias feels. But… he is here to serve a purpose. And he will stick to it.

He says, “And what have you come to share tonight?”

Silence. Even his breathing is imperceptible. Elias begins to wonder if he managed to slip out of the booth entirely when, finally, the boy snorts. “Where do I start?”

“Well, what weighs on your heart the heaviest?” Elias asks.

That earns him a laugh. Elias doesn’t have the faintest idea why, but he’s beginning to realize he can’t expect anything to go the way he imagines.

The boy says, “Say, Father. What if this heart isn’t mine?”

Elias blinks. “Can I ask what it is you mean?”

The confessor’s chair creaks, and the boy’s voice is closer this time to the window between them.

“What if this heart doesn’t belong to me? What if I took it from someone else?”

Elias takes a moment to consider it. A metaphor, surely—one that he’s too frazzled and too confused to fully unravel at this time, but he ventures a guess, anyway. “Do you think the feelings you experience do not belong to you as well?”

“I’m not sure how much of myself does belong to me.”

The words are glib, lilting through the shallow space between them. Elias tilts his head, and while this boy has no reverence at all for the booth, he thinks he can understand what he’s getting at.

“Then you feel you have little control over yourself,” Elias says.

A hum. “Think you’re getting somewhere, Father,” the boy says.

“And that troubles you?”

There’s a clack, clack, clack against wood, fingernails tapping a rhythm. “Control isn’t the problem. I’m good at that.”

“Then… experiencing those impulses in the first place.”

The tapping stops for a beat, then continues. “Hey, you’re pretty good at this stuff.”

“What impulses are you experiencing?”

“Man, all business, huh?” The boy makes a pained hiss, followed by the sound of something metallic pattering to the ground. “Finally. Dumb bullet.”

“You’re certain you don’t need an ambulance?” Elias says again, allowing some desperation to come through.

“I said I’m fine. Anyway.” A breath blown, like being wounded is a minor inconvenience. “Impulses. Well, some of the worst ones don’t bother me anymore. I’ve apologized to Scott for that one time. Though, uh, it’s an ongoing apology. I’m working on it.”

Elias nods. “Penance is a crucial step in the path of forgiveness.”

“Right. Hence me coming to save their sorry asses all the time.” The words are a little more slurred. There’s a thump on the other side of the wall, a hand slamming against it. “Shit, this hurts. Sorry.”

Elias rises from his seat. “I really think you need medical attention.”

“No! Christ, you can’t make me go back to a hospital if you dragged me there blind and gagged.” Elias blanches. The boy continues, “Just—keep talking, okay? I’m almost done. I’ll be out of your hair soon, I promise.”

Not exactly convincing. But something compels Elias to sit down, anyway. Clearly this one is… troubled. If he can help somehow, then perhaps the medical attention can come after.

So Elias swallows and says, “You said you’re always saving someone. Who?”

Another sigh, the heaviest one so far. “That idiot. That ridiculous, headstrong, beautiful dumbass. His eyes are blue. Like, real blue. You know?”

Elias can’t say he does, but. “What makes you feel you need to save him?”

“Because—” A pause. Then a breath, shaky. “You were talking about impulses? His middle name is Impulse. He just rushes in without thinking about the danger, the numbers, a way out. Someone needs help so he goes. Period. I have my work cut out for me.”

“You want to protect him,” Elias says. He doesn’t need to phrase it as a question.

A laugh again, smaller, more fragile. “God knows why.”

“There is a path for us all; one that He knows. Being here now, confessing, is the first step. And it sounds to me like you’re already trying to do penance.”

“Good to know there’s a twelve step program to this whole thing.” He sounds distracted, and there’s that smell of blood again, making Elias feel sick. Another patter of metal. A sigh of relief. “Finally. Just the wolfsbane, now.”

“Wolfsbane is poisonous,” Elias says.

“You’re telling me.” A clicking sound, followed by the smell of gas. It can’t be—

“Bless me Father for one more thing,” the boy says. “Is this what they call a venial sin versus a mortal one?”

“Fire is strictly forbidden in the booth.” Elias shoots up from his seat. If he calls 911, he can get paramedics and the fire department both.

“It’ll just take a second.” The boy takes a few quick breaths, as if bracing himself. Then there’s the sound of something igniting, the smell of burning.

The boy chokes down a shout. Wood splinters on the other side.

Elias is bolting halfway out the door when the boy says, “Stop! No, no, I’m good.”

He sounds exhausted. Elias is feeling so, himself.

“What on Earth is happening?” he pleads, more to God than anyone else.

“Relax. It’s over now.” The boy still sounds pained, his breathing labored, but he isn’t slurring his words anymore. An acrid smell fills the booth now, something singed and herbal, on top of all the blood.

Elias squeezes his eyes shut.

“That’s better,” the boy says. “And by this time, hopefully the hunters have lost my trail.” The chair creaks again.

Elias jolts when the screen over the window rises.

Smoke trails through the grate. The boy’s face appears on the other side: dark hair falling over his forehead, framing his eyes that glow a bright, lurid yellow.

“Thanks,” he says, with a small grin. Elias swears his teeth are pointed. “And by the way, I’d be careful tonight, Father. Full moon’s out.”

He’s gone with one quick movement, the confessor’s side door slamming shut. The smoke and blood stay.

#theo #thiam #to you riding shotgun #caiwrites

[maxineswritingcenter]

You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 5

We back at it again because I love this right now

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After smuggling Derek into my room via the window, the interrogation began. He sat in my computer chair, leaning over, resting his arms on his legs.

“Uh, first I want to say thank you for saving me again.” I began. He looked up and nodded. 

“You’re welcome.” 

“And uh, you’re a werewolf.” I said, starting to pace back and forth, “Is Scott a werewolf?” 

“He is.” 

“Did you bite him?” I paused, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“No, I’m an omega. Only Alphas can give people the gift.” He said. You call that a gift? I’d like a receipt.

“Is there a cure?”

“There’s a legend that says if the beta, one of the pack, kills the alpha then he will become human again. But I don’t even know if that’s true.” He explained. That meant Scott’s odds were not looking good and this werewolf thing is permanent. 

“Were you bitten by the alpha?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed. 

“No, I was born with it. My family was a pack. After…” He paused, “After the fire, my older sister became the alpha since she had been trained by my mother to be the new matriarch. I came back here because I hadn’t heard from her. Now we know why.” 

“I’m so sorry.” I looked down at my socks. These questions were making him bring up what must have been incredibly painful memories and bringing up the fresh pain of the murder of his sister. 

“The thing following you in the woods was the new alpha. He killed her for her alpha spark.” 

“Alpha spark?” 

“It can transform a beta, or an omega into an alpha. It’s taken when the alpha is killed by either of those. Or it can be transferred willingly.” This was a little more complicated than I thought. I knew that there were hierarchies in wolves, but who knew it translated to werewolves?

“Why is the alpha coming after me? You said it was following me.” 

He leaned back in the chair, “Well, he’s either looking to eat you. Or he wanted to turn you.” At my shocked expression he added, “Probably the latter. He’s a new alpha so he’s trying to start a pack, probably why he started with Scott. Speaking of, you need to tell him to stop seeing Allison.” 

“Why, what’s wrong with Allison?” 

“Her family are a very old lineage of werewolf hunters.” He said seriously, “Chris Argent and I have an unspoken agreement. No deaths, I don’t end up dead. I can’t say the same for the rest of his family.” He was something in his eyes, a pain that couldn’t be described. 

“I know I said I wanted answers but if its too painful-”

“It’s fine.” He interrupted. I raised my eyebrows at him. 

“Derek, I understand what it’s like to lose your family in one day. It’s the most awful feeling imaginable. Because after the pain is the loneliness. I got lucky that I have Uncle Noah and Stiles. You had your sister and now she’s gone and you’re the only one left.” He chewed the inside of his cheek. 

“It’s not just me. I have an uncle in a vegetative state at Beacon Hills long-term facility. And my sister Cora, I haven’t seen her since the fire. I think she’s gone too, but there’s always the chance that she’s still out there. She just doesn’t want anything to do with me.” He looked down at his hands. He looked so vulnerable right now, something I never expected from him. He had so many walls up. There were still things he was hiding about the Argents, but pushing him now didn’t seem right. 

I gave him a small smile and kneeled down in front of him. Slowly, I reached for his hands, giving him plenty of time to pull away, but he let me touch him. I held his hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles. I titled my head to meet his eyes that he was hiding. 

“Hey, grief is hard. Especially since we lost our families in the same way. Let’s help each other. Would that be okay?” I asked softly. He met my eyes finally, his stern expression was more loose than usual. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

“I want to. But I can’t.” 

The sound of the door opened behind us, and queue Stiles meltdown. And with the position I was in, on my knees in front of Derek Hale, maybe it was a little justified. 

“What is going on?” He asked. I quickly got to my feet. 

“Uh, Derek was just leaving. Just a quick little visit.” I took Derek by the arm, brought him out of the chair and ushered him to the window, where he left without another word. 

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Stiles shouted. 

“Will you keep it down?” I whispered loudly. 

“Oh you can cut the crap, Dad isn’t here. Why the hell is a wanted criminal in my house?!” 

I crossed my arms and shrugged innocently, “We were just talking.” 

“Why was he covered in blood?” He pointed to the dry blood that was on the arm of my chair. I sighed and rubbed my temples. 

“Okay, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell your dad.” I pleaded. He crossed his arms and looked away from me. 

“As an upstanding citizen of Beacon Hills-”

“You cut the crap, Stiles. You have more priors than he does.” 

“I wasn’t questioned about the murder of my sister.” He shot.

“He was acquitted of all changes due to his alibi.” I shot back.

He grumbled and shook his hands, “Fine, fine. Tell me.” 

“Okay, so, Michael found me in the woods-” 

“Michael-” He started. 

“Hey, no interrupting!” He held his hands up in surrender, motioning for me to go on, “He found me in the woods and was probably going to commit a bunch of unsavory things on me when Derek showed up because the night before when you and Scott were arguing, I went to his house to get some answers of my own, he told me to go home so I did.” I paused and took a drink out of the glass of water on my nightstand, then continued, “Anyway, when Derek showed up he killed Michael because Derek is a werewolf.” I rushed out. 

“A what?!” He shouted. 

“Oh don’t act so surprised, you know Scott is a werewolf.” 

He stepped back, pretending to be shocked, “Scott? A werewolf.” Clearly trying to cover for his friend, but no dice. Stiles was a terrible liar. 

“Derek told me. And he also told me that Allison’s family are werewolf hunters. But I assumed you already knew that because you don’t look surprised at all.” 

“Well, ahhh, her last name does mean silver in French.”  He added. I shook my head, holding my pinkie out. 

“Pinkie swear me you won’t tell Uncle Noah.” He sighed, tapping his foot, “Promise!” He grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air, but eventually he wrapped his pinkie around mine. 

“Fine.” He paused, still holding my pinkie, his grip on my finger tightened, holding me there, “But you have to swear not to get romantically involved!” He pulled his pinkie away. I gasped loudly, staring between my pinkie and his. 

“You can’t do that.” 

He smirked, “I just did.” 

“I am not romantically involved with Derek.” I blushed. 

“Coulda fooled me.” He scoffed. I huffed. 

“Okay, time for you to go. Goodnight Stiles.” I pushed him out the door and slammed it behind me. I leaned against the door and sighed. I wasn’t romantically involved with Derek, we just had a connection. 

…

Maybe I was romantically involved. But could you blame me, he was my knight in shining armor twice. That was attractive. And he was far from ugly. 

- 

The next morning, I went downstairs and was surprised to see Uncle Noah in the kitchen making breakfast. 

“Morning, I didn’t hear you come in last night.” I said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. 

“That’s because,” He yawned, “I came in this morning.” He motioned to the table, “Sit, sit. Let me make you breakfast.” I sat at the table, pulling an apple out of the basket on the table. He placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. 

I smiled up at him, “Thanks, Uncle Noah.” He nodded, sitting down with his own plate before eating. The few minutes were in silence, just chewing. I decided I should at least talk, make it seem like I was still scared that Michael would come back. 

“I know you don’t want to bring up work at home, but is there any news on Michael?” He sighed through his nose, swallowing his bite of food. 

“It’s okay. And I wish I had better news, but we still haven’t found anything.” He said. I nodded. 

“It’s okay, I know you’ll find him.” Find his body? Maybe. But he was very much dead. The only thing I’m worried about now in the woods was the alpha werewolf and whether he wanted to make me lunch or one of them. 

- 

I was making my way out to get groceries when I saw Stiles Jeep whipping through the neighborhood. Being curious, I decided to follow, where I was led to Dr. Deaton’s office, the local veterinarian that Scott worked for. 

“Is there a reason you’re driving like a bat outta hell?” I called, seeing Stiles get out. 

“Oh great, you can help me carry him.” Stiles said, opening the back of the Jeep where Derek sat. He was pale, his eyes looked sunken in, and there was blood dripping down his hand. 

“Jesus Christ.” I said, carefully helping Derek out of the Jeep. He grunted while Stiles and I helped him inside after Stiles unlocked the door with the spare key. Scott had gone to go find the bullet so that Derek could cure himself, he would have to steal from Kate Argent.

 We brought him back into the operating area. I’m sure Stiles was chomping at the bit not to say something. Derek explained that he had been on the trail of the alpha when a hunter saw and shot him. 

Stiles looked at his phone then Derek, “Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?”

Derek was leaning on the operating table, “It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.”

“Why?”

Derek looked from me to Stiles, “Cause I’m gonna die without it.” He said breathlessly. He took his jacket, then his shirt off to reveal the bullet wound in his arm which was bleeding, but the strangest thing was his veins around the wound were purple and crawling up his arm. I guess Monkshood must be deadly to werewolves, but then again, it is wolfsbane. Derek looked manic, he was getting warmer and sweat was dripping off of him in buckets. He looked around and grabbed an amputation saw.  I grabbed a bowl filled with water and grabbed a couple paper towels. I wet the paper towels, and moving to touch his wounded arm, he pulled it away.

“Okay, if the Blue monkshood doesn’t kill you, an infection will. Let me help you.” I narrowed my eyes. He glared, his nostrils flared but he held his arm out. I lightly dabbed at it, careful not to apply too much pressure.

Stiles gagged when he saw it, prompting me to elbow his side, “Okay, you know, that really doesn’t look like anything, some echinacea and a good night’s sleep couldn’t take care of…?”

Derek swallowed thickly, “When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.”

“Positivity” just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?”

“Stiles!” I scolded. 

“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time– last resort.” Derek grabbed an amputation saw from the table. 

“Which is…?” Stiles asked. 

“You’re gonna cut off my arm.” He rushed his words out, they slightly slurred together. 

“Okay okay.” I grabbed the saw from his grasp and set it back down on a metal tray, “Let’s just be a little optimistic. Scott’s going to be here soon.” He glared at me, causing me to raise my hands in surrender. He grabbed a rubber tourniquet and tied it tightly around his arm with his teeth to stop any further movement. 

Stiles held his arms out, “Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?”

“It’ll heal if it works.”

“If it works?!” I snapped, not believing that any of this was happening still.

Stiles sight, “Ugh. Look - I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!”

“You’re not afraid of blood. You don’t faint.” I said, confused. 

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm!” 

“All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I’m gonna cut off your head.” Derek glared. 

“Derek.” I scolded.

Stiles shook his head, “Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any-” Derek grabbed him by the shirt collar and lifted him up, “Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I’ll do it. I’ll do it.” Derek dropped him and Stiles looked back at his arm, “What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?” His arm was oozing from the wound. 

“It’s my body..” Derek breathed out, “Trying to heal itself.”

“Well, it’s not doing a very good job of it.” Stiles avoided his arm once again.  

Derek grabbed the saw, holding it out to Stiles, “Now. You gotta do it now.”

“Look, honestly, I don’t think I can.”

“Just do it!” He shouted. 

Stiles took the saw, “Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go!” 

“I can’t watch this.” I covered my eyes with one of my hands, the other was on Derek’s uninjured arm. But like an angel’s voice, we heard Scott yelling for Stiles. 

“Scott?” Stiles asked, looking at the frazzled teen who just ran through the clinic.  I uncovered my eyes, still seeing Stiles with the saw pressed to Derek’s arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott asked, exasperated. 

Stiles dropped the saw, “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.” 

Derek stood up more without the help of the table but he was starting to wobble, “Did you get it?”

“What are you gonna do with it?” Stiles asked. 

Derek swallowed thickly, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” His eyes fluttered shut, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor. 

“Derek!” I shouted, grabbing his torso before he broke his skull open on the floor. When Derek had dropped, it had knocked the bullet out of Scott’s hand and it had rolled.

“No. No, no, no, no.” Scott pleaded as he watched the bullet roll and fall into the vent in the floor. 

Stiles was down on the floor besides me, “Derek. Derek, come on, wake up.” He was tapping his cheek, “Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know! I can’t reach it.” Scott called from across the room.

“He’s not waking up!” Stiles said between his teeth, clearly in panic mode, but I wasn’t any better. I leaned my head down to his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat. 

“His heart beats slowing down!” I called, I grabbed his shoulder, starting to shake him, “Come on, Derek, wake up!”

“Come on.” I heard Scott grunt.

“I think he’s dying. I think he’s dead!” Stiles looking back in Scott’s direction. I started to panic, shaking him harder. I can’t lose him. I can’t. No one else I care about is allowed to die.

“Just hold on! Come on.” Scott let out a restrained yell, then shouted “Oh! I got it! I got it!” 

When Stiles heard that, he pushed me back and bowed his fist, “Please don’t kill me for this.” He swung and connected with Derek’s cheek, “Ugh! Ow! God!” He pulled his hand away, shaking it. Derek gasped and his eyes shot open, I helped Derek to feet and held his waist to steady him.

“Give me…” Scott gave Derek the bullet. He took the bullet between his teeth, and broke it open. He dumped the contents of it on the table. From his back pocket he pulled out a match book, he lit a match and dropped it on the contents. It burned quickly, an eerie blue flame. Once it went out, he pinched some of the ash in his fingers, then stuck his fingers in the wound. I winched and looked away. 

“Ow, God.” Stiles gagged. But we all watched in amazement as the dark veins that had been growing up his arm disappeared. I was finally able to breathe properly, I let out a sigh of relief, back away and leaning against the wall. I placed a hand on my chest, feeling my heart slowly go back into rhythm.

“That - Was - Awesome! Yes!” Stiles cheered, throwing his arms up. 

“Are you okay?” Scott asked.  

Derek grumbled a bit, “Well, except for the agonizing pain.”

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” Stiles smiled, feeling accomplished. He probably just was relieved that he didn’t have to cut anyone’s arm off. 

“Okay, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don’t, I’m gonna go back to Allison’s dad, and I’m gonna tell him everything-” Scott started his threat. Which meant that I was severely out of the loop. 

“You’re gonna trust them?” Derek cut him off,  “You think they can help you?”

“Well, why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are.”

 Derek glared at him, the pain was back in his eyes, “I can show you exactly how nice they are.” 

-

After the excitement was over, I decided to go to the Hale house to talk to Derek privately. I got there before him and waited for him in the driveway. I really shouldn’t have come unannounced. He would probably just tell me to get lost like he usually did. I was pulled out of my thoughts by his black Camaro pulling up beside my car. I got out as he did. Derek still looked pretty rough but his color was coming back to his skin.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine.” He said dismissively, walking towards his house. And we were back to this. Even after everything, it’s like our relationship reset itself every time we saw each other. I followed after him, hot on his heels.

“Why do you keep doing this?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

“Doing what?” He took his leather jacket off and hung it up.

“You and I, we talk, we get more comfortable with each other. I think I am finally getting through that shell of yours only for you to make another one.”

Derek turned to face me, “I don’t owe you any explanation. I am fine by myself.”

“No, you’re not.” I came closer to him, my face mere inches from his, “You’re not fine by yourself. I saw how you looked tonight when Scott brought up the Argents. You were hurt, and scared, and angry. You can’t just sit here in this house and pour yourself into finding this alpha, you’re going to kill yourself. You almost died today.”

“He killed my sister! He is killing people and now Kate Argent is back and she doesn’t follow the Code. She will do anything, no matter how awful it is, to murder my kind. She’s the reason my family is gone!” He barked back. I took a deep breath.

“I know you want justice for Laura. I do too. But you can’t do that if you’re dead. Is that what she would want? Her little brother dead trying to get revenge?” Derek avoided my gaze, looking through me more than at me.

“Derek.” I said softly, slowly bringing my hand up to his cheek. He inhaled sharply, becoming stiff under my touch.

I stood on my tiptoes to press my forehead against his and whispered, “This is selfish to say… but I can’t lose you too. I-I thought you were dead. You have to be more careful. Please.” His body became less rigid and he let out a shaky breath. He slowly brought his hand to my waist, the other sliding over my hand that rested on his cheek. In that moment, it felt like the whole universe stopped. It was only me and him. It was like our minds finally connected and our souls touched. There was silence, only the wind blowing softly through the trees. 

“I can’t do this.” He whispered, closing his eyes. 

“You can.” I laced my fingers with his against his cheek, “We can do it together.” 

“I can’t let myself.” He opened his eyes again to meet mine, “When I’m with you I lose focus, you’re all I can think about. I get distracted from what I need to do. So I ignore you, treat us like it's nothing because I can’t open myself up again. Not after… not after what happened.” He was opening up, if not all the way, just a little. Derek had a good point. Finding the alpha and killing him was the only way to get justice for Laura. And if I was distracting him, maybe I should keep my distance. He clearly has been hurt terribly by someone, and hearing him bare his soul made me think about how to make it better. But what was I to do? My demons were killed, Derek deserved to destroy his own. 

“Do you want me to go away?” My words were barely a whisper. 

He licked his lips, “If I was allowed to be selfish, I would never let you go.” I took a deep breath, dreading the fact that I had to leave him. 

“Okay.” I smiled, trying to ignore my burning tear ducts, “I’ll go home. And… I won’t come back unless you want me to.” I reluctantly slipped my hand out of his. But, I need one selfish thing if I was ever going to live with this. I leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. I pulled away, feeling his hand fall from my waist. I kept my eyes on the floor as I walked out of the Hale house, got into my car and drove away. 

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Word count: 1,592... the goal is less than 1k but- | Warning/s: none | Contains: HP Universe, magic, Slytherin!Stiles, Slytherin!Theo. Was going to make this a separate thing, but it's been a while for this tag, so.

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Having a newly-turned werewolf best friend is taking a toll on Stiles and it's showing - but he's also not about to abandon Scott to his predicament. What kind of a best friend would that make him? So, he spends most of his time now helping Scott through the shift; in remaining semi-conscious even as the moon pulls at his sanity, and in adapting to the enhancements of his senses. Stiles even brews the monthly supply of Wolfsbane potion himself, in the old girl's lavatory in the presence of Moaning Myrtle - the worst tattletale ghost in history. Luckily, Stiles is an expert at bribery. You'd think it was impossible to bribe a girl who's been dead forever, but goes to show how little you know about the world.

Stiles knows what he's committing to is risky, and Salazar Slytherin would have sneered at his display of severe lack of self-preservation if he could, but it wouldn't make a proper Slytherin of him if he turned down a challenge he believes he can win. And he can win this. In fact, he's winning so competently he's perfecting his animagus form without proper training or legal consent - both of which are required for all witches and wizards who wish to become one. It's his way of showing solidarity to his best friend. If his friend transforms into an animal, then he transforms into an animal as well. Albeit, of all animals, he chose a fox, and foxes and wolves tend not to get along. But eh, that's all right. There hasn't been an accident anyway... yet. Also, he has always wanted to do something illegal just to prove that he can get away with it. He always does something illegal, yes, but, like, hosting illicit parties in the Slytherin Common Room has nothing on becoming an unregistered animagus, isn't that right? This thing with Scott is an excellent opportunity to broaden his horizon.

But it doesn't mean it's not without consequences on his social life, physicality (he's still fit, mind you, just lost a few pounds, is all), and most of all, his studies. He knows his chances of usurping the first rank from Lydia is borderline impossible, but he would damn well do everything not to be that far behind her. If he has to settle with second place, he will do so with a hairsbreadth of space between them and nothing more.

But goddamn if he isn't bedraggled, half-unconscious, bloody hungry, and terminally late to his potions class today. None of which would help his academic goal. He'll have to fight tooth and nail to get that 0.5 difference again.

He's lucky it's his Head of House, Professor Laura Hale's class and not Deaton's (who would purse his lips in disapproval, take 5 points from Slytherin, and look at him disappointedly the whole day), Professor Derek Hale's (he would huff and let his eyebrows speak the 10 points he'd take from Slytherin, and make Stiles the dummy for whatever curse they were demonstrating that day), or god forbid, Harris's (he would happily take 50 points from Slytherin without batting his eyelash then and there). Professor Laura would only turn her head away and pretend not to notice Stiles awkwardly sliding onto the seat beside his potions partner.

Merlin, his potions partner. Theo "I know what you've been up to and you better well know I'm gonna use it as leverage when the time comes" Raeken. He can't, for the life of him, guess how Theo knew about the animagus thing when he'd been so careful. Then again, Theo isn't a Slytherin if he doesn't have bags of tricks up his sleeves. Theo has repeatedly hinted that he's aware, and it's another thing that keeps Stiles up at night - well, more than usual. Theo already keeps Stiles up at night without trying. Theo hasn't blabbered yet - Stiles doesn't have to worry about that, at least - because a proper Slytherin would always go the blackmail route. Honestly, Stiles is only waiting for the shoe to drop. It's not like he doesn't have blackmail material of his own against his infuriating housemate. If Theo ever opens his stupid mouth, Stiles will call him out on his hypocrisy. Because apparently, there are two unregistered animagi in Slytherin.

Panting, he enters the room and immediately meets Professor Laura's eyes over the busy heads of his classmates. Wordlessly, she smoothly shifts her gaze away and turns her back to "check" on the progress (or lack thereof) of some Hufflepuff fellow as if she didn't at all notice Stiles by the entryway. Taking the chance (the hint is what it is), he crosses the room towards his partner and exhales loudly in his seat.

Theo is stirring the pot, the concoction quietly bubbling, as he smirks down at Stiles with an all-knowing look. "Long night?"

The git, the absolute bloody bastard. He probably slept the prescribed 8 hours, the prat. Albeit... an attractive one at that. But still the biggest git of all, of course. And, yeah, the most attractive git, loathe as he to admit it. But- Merlin, shut up. Shut up. He needs to bloody sleep and drop unconscious already. Or drown himself in firewhiskey and drop unconscious. For at least 15 hours straight.

Stiles sneers, looking for a clever slight to throw at Theo. He knows he can't insult his potions skills because he's actually decent at it, actually bloody good, the prick. And he can't pick on his appearance because, well, there is literally nothing to pick on about his outside everything, is there? Even that stupid slight graze on his left eyebrow looks fitting on him, like a fashion statement or something, and soon the Slytherin boys would go knicking themselves in their stupid eyebrows to copy him, to be half as echanting as him, to - Merlin. Shut up, for Salazar's sake.

Before Stiles can open his mouth, the onslaught of cedarwood, mint, and chocolate knocks his words back down his throat, and all he's able to do is inhale. Deep. With pleasure. With so much pleasure that it's an internal battle not to drop his eyelids and part his lips for a moan.

For seven years, Stiles has been haunted by it - sleeping so close to the boy who wears the scent that he can't eat a single bar of chocolate without thinking of Theo. It's both a blessing and a curse. Kinda cliche, but kinda true. Absolutely true. Also absolutely a secret.

So, he pulls his face into a sneer once more - as if his brain isn' melting into cedarwood, mint, and chocolate pudding - throwing a glare at his roommate. The long-time bane of his existence, long-time subject of his wanking fantasies (and disgustingly romantic daydreams, but Stiles is not about to address it because then he'll be admitting that shit's getting real), long-time crush. "None of your business," Stiles snaps. He'd like to add "eloquently", but it just isn't.

Theo only chuckles as if he already expected the reply. Or because he is immune to Stiles's attitude after dealing with it for years. Whichever it is, Theo's infuriatingly unaffected. It's so bloody distracting. He's so bloody distracting. Especially to a sleep-deprived Stiles who hasn't had enough rest, meal, or wank for far too long than reasonable.

"Well, make your tardy ass useful then and tell me if the potion smells like it's a flawless brew," he cocks his head sideways, lips slanting to an obnoxious smile, and adds, "Though, I already know it is."

Stiles scoffs (while he inwardly sings praises, because, damn if he isn't hot. Merlin, he needs to jerk off. Twice, in a row. Then drop unconscious. Wake up for dinner and masturbate twice more before bed most preferably). He glances down at the swirling mist coming from the pot and slides his unimpressed gaze back to Theo. "If I can smell anything at all over the entire bottle of cologne you poured on yourself today."

Theo looks taken aback for a moment, five heartbeats if Stiles is not wrong (he isn't) before his face breaks into the biggest, brightest grin Stiles has ever seen him make. Then he laughs heartily, genuinely; his eyes look extraordinarily joyful, and his neck even starts flushing. Stiles would've preened (he totally does inside. He caused that smile, okay?) if he didn't think that he probably did something embarrassing based on the absolute glee in Theo's reaction.

"Well," he drawls, still freakishly happy, like what in Merlin? He's a sight, yeah, bloody gorgeous, but Theo's happiness is usually in tandem with Stiles's distress, you see. It's perfectly rational to be suspicious. Then, Theo pins Stiles with a smug and satisfied look, saying, "I'm glad to know that's what amortentia potion smells like to you."

The statement gives Stiles a pause - more than a pause, he freezes - and he gapes while processing it. It doesn't take more than a few seconds for it to hit him.

Amortentia. Love potion. Today's task is Amortentia - a potion that smells different to each person, depending on what attracts them. And he's just announced that the air around him is basically marinating in Theo's bloody cologne. Salazar bloody Slytherin.

Stiles never imagined ever stooping so low but let it be known that what he does next, he will bring to his grave as his biggest disgrace.

Taking out his wand swift as lightning, he points it to himself for the easy way out. With a murmured spell, he grants his wish and knocks himself unconscious.

His idiocy is future Stiles's problem now. He'll stay bloody asleep for 15 hours straight, thank you very much.

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steo a-z: part 20

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Could you do a follow-up to the werewolf post you made? Like the aftermath of a transformation? Whumpee is battered and exhausted after a transformation, especially if Caretaker had to tranq them with wolfsbane. Maybe they can't fully remember the night and ask if they hurt anyone. Basically just some hurt/comfort because I'm a sucker for it 😅

Sure, I’m glad you liked it! Sorry this took so long. Can always count on life getting in the way amirite lol. I’m gonna do this in sort of a story structure to help it flow better.

Darkness slowly faded into light, as the WereWhumpee began to stir. The crackling of a fireplace could be heard as the soft orange glow flooded their vision. They felt the silky blankets beneath their skin as they lay by the fire. Their skin, they realized. No longer covered in the thick fur of their wolf form. It was now smooth, tender and bruised.

They attempt to sit up, but abruptly stop. Propped on their elbows, the sudden burst of pain all over their body is enough to make their mouth fall open in a silent groan.

"Lay back down." Caretaker said from the doorway. Whumpee looked in their direction, dazed, but did as they were told. Easing themselves back onto the small pillow that lay at the head of the blankets, eyebrows furrowing at their throbbing skin.

"Did...did you tranq me?" Whumpee asked in their haze. As Caretaker came to kneel at their side, they responded sheepishly.

"I'm sorry. I had to." They set a bowl and a wash cloth down. "You were running all over town, I couldn't handle you on my own. I had no choice." They dip the towel in the bowl, filled with warm water.

"It's okay, I'm not mad at you. You did what you had to." Caretaker gently pressed the cloth to the side of Whumpee's torso, where some scratches were oozing. Whumpee flinched as a sharp hiss made its way from their mouth. Caretaker winced themselves, mouthing a sorry to their friend.

After a few moments of Caretaker carefully cleaning Whumpee's wounds, rubbing ointment on their bruises, and a couple stifled curses later, Whumpee speaks up.

"I didn't hurt anyone...did I?" They look worriedly at their friend. Whumpee couldn’t live with themselves if they did. They held their breath as they waited for Caretaker’s answer.

“No, you didn’t.” A sigh of relief, as Whumpee’s shoulders sagged. “You did do some damage, though.”

“What did I do?” Whumpee furrowed their brows. Caretaker bit their lip, to stop the giggles that wanted to erupt.

“You uh, you took out a fire truck.” Whumpee’s eyes widened. “Slammed right into it, and destroyed it ‘cause it was in your way.”

Whumpee slid a hand over their face, “Oh no...” They looked over at Caretaker who was chuckling. “Don’t laugh, they’re probably gonna be looking for the culprit.” They playfully jabbed Caretaker.

“It’ll be fine. They’d never believe that a wolf annihilated a truck, would they?”

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